It was on fire when I lay down on it
This is the thought evoking title of the book by Robert Fulghum. I think it describes the condition of man and its peculiarities very well.
There’s this joke about a construction worker who keeps complaining to his co-workers about his lunch of rice and sardines every single day. Because his co-workers finally got fed up with him they asked him who packed his lunch-how come its so horrible. He answered that he does.
I think therefore, I am.
I am filled with these irrational thoughts, therefore I am human.
If only interacting with man is as simple and logical but its not. Why is it that you know something is good for you but you resist doing it. It’s essential for you well-being but something in you just doesn’t like it. And you dig in your heels and just refuse to do it. Nah ah.
“I’m bored.”
“Why are you bored?”
“Nothing surprises me anymore”
“Why don’t you do something new? Get another job from another country, meet new people, travel, learn new skills, new languages, the world is your oyster!”
“Ay… I’d rather drink and kill myself slowly and worry my family to death.”
Or in my case. I rest my case. I have no excuse. I know what’s the best thing for me. I know. I really know. I guess there are times when one have to stop thinking and just do something.
My favorite Buddhist blogger once wrote: “Move a muscle, change your life.”
Maybe I just need somebody to kick my F*%$£ng ass.
