"Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire."
Today, a blur like sotong pw groupmate printed only 29/49 pages of our WR, and we spent some time looking for it, and was on the verge of re-printing when she said she was sure she paid the full money with her card. Guess where we found the 20 missing pages? In the printer. FML.
Today, I went bowling. I swung a 14 lb ball at my left ankle at 40 km/hr. The ball deflected into the gutter. The ankle deflected too. Now it's abit swollen and hurts every time I put my foot to the ground. FML.
Today, I did pull-ups at the pull-up bar installed in my door frame. I forgot to arch my head back when pulling-up, resulting in a showdown between my jaw and the doorframe. The doorframe won. I landed on my injured ankle with a bleeding jaw. FML.
Today my life was full of FMLs. MLIA.
One must not act as if something has happened, even if one is absolutely sure that it is going to, for if one were to do so then one should act as if one were dead.
The only true certainty in this life is death. To live is to die; birth is death; life cannot exist without eventually ceasing to exist. The promise of life is the promise of death; every beat of the heart draws us closer to our inevitable fate. Why then, do we live? Are we, irregardless of overgrown cerebral cortexes, driven by the same laws which governs all creatures of nature? To reproduce before we die, to attain "genetic immortality"? Or do we have a greater meaning? To attain immortality through ideas?
Every thing has its equal. Every action generates an equal opposite reaction. Life is rich because of its complications, and yet is troublesome for the very same reasons. Everything lies in balance.
