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my hero.
Have a good week. Its night time, time to fall asleep. Stay strong, never get weak.
Wake up next morning. I'll be right there. For you sitting in spring.
A new season for some time let's get free. We'll enjoy the days. With a new week, fun shall begin.
Happiness is Cursed: a synopsis
Happiness comes with a fear. A fear of going back to a state where you are unhappy. You start fearing going back to your roots. But if you don't go back to your roots you will forget who you were. Happiness must come with a curse. The curse is sacrificing a part of past you.
Humans are composed of two parts, the observer and the actor. They both usually work independent. Consciousness is achieved when these two parts start communicating and make decisions together. As clear it may seem, yes it implies that most of the time we are not conscious. Most times we are the actor. Every human has a different form. For example, I see myself in some other form while my each of my friend sees me differently. From the eyes of a mosquito I am nothing more than a flesh filled with rich tasty blood. We act in the way we perceive/see ourselves. The observer just observes the actor and its environment. The observer does not hold the potential to observe itself.
Love brings joy and happiness. That is why it can be painful. It is a curse after all. It all feels good until you come out of the state, maybe when the wall of love starts falling off, you try to turn to a state which you have already lost. It's gone. Just like the past. Now you are lost and have no idea where and who you are. The two parts in you -- the observer and the actor -- stop coordinating since the actor has no idea who to act like, with an observer left behind. The observer has two paths to choose from now. It may either form a new actor from things it has learnt from its environment all this time or it may just keep the position of an actor void just to die in solitude.
The day I become scared of death is the day I realise that I was alive. If I am not scared of death, that may mean that I am not even alive right now.
Trading Off Lunch Break for Books
Almost all high schools provide forty-five (45) minutes break everyday in the middle of the day for us to eat, chat and lollygag a bit. Well you could've used this time to be efficient, right? So let us calculate how many books you could have read if you used every lunch break to read books.
According to a 2014 study the average number of pages in books published in the year 2014 was four hundred (400) pages. A regular A4 sized Microsoft Word document with twelve point size font and default margins will contain four hundred (400) words. So an average book should contain one hundred sixty thousand (160,000) words. The reading speed of an average person is two hundred fifty (250) to three hundred (300) words per minute. Since the aim here is to not only to read but also to understand I will reduce the reading speed to two hundred (200) words per minute. This shall cover the time spent on understanding what we read. This implies the average time took by a person to read one books is eight hundred (800) minutes I am not sure but the total number of days I attended school maybe around two-hundred (200) days, I guess. Therefore the total minutes of lunch break I enjoyed equals nine thousand (9,000) minutes. This is enough to read almost eleven (11) books.
If concluded, if you use lunch breaks efficiently and read books you can finish eleven (11) books in one complete academic year.
The possibility that everything in the solar system -- and even in this vast universe -- has aligned so perfectly with humans making their luck all through these millions of years is almost zero. So I believe everything I see, feel, hear or experience must be a dream. All this cannot be and never was real.
All of this is a dream, doesn't matter good or bad. Let us just enjoy it because someday even this dream will have to end.
Stop fearing death. You know, death cannot be worse than getting born.
Pointer arithmetic is sexy. Python programmers will never understand what I am talking about.
Moving from Bad Ideas to In A Million Years is the new vibe in me.
the fact that tessa violet has lots of dark circles is terrifying to me.
Number of mainstream projects: 2
Number of side projects: 30
So eventually the time spent on side projects is more than the time spent on mainstream projects, at times double.
Sometimes the unconventional ways are the best. Have found out several times in my code.
Let me write stuff that is honest but not suicidal.
Maybe I’m Weak
Try texting me, I’ll never reply. The boys climb a high tree, Oh I am better over the grass lying. They run in the rain free, I’m an idiot missing nature’s goodies. Years and they did not notice, Now when they do I am a “prodigy”.
Leaking walls; I don’t want to fix The drops hear me when it is dark. Maybe I’m weak. Never scored a six I could never play in the nearby park. Maybe I’m weak.