The scientific observer of Nature is a kind of mystic seeker in the act of prayer. – Iqbal Being a candle is not easy: in order to give light, one must first burn. – Rumi Your forties are the moment when you start to become aware. It’s just the beginning. I’ve always believed that to confirm your way of thinking takes time. It takes experimenting. You have to confront different chapters of your life.
How to Fail at almost Everything but still Win Big by Scott Adams (affiliate link) comes up on Hackers’ News a lot. Finally, I had a chance to read it. This is a little different kind of book compared to my regular reads about ultra-successful business titans. I had no idea who Scott Adams was until I heard about this book. He created Dilbert comic. He gave very down to earth perspective on how he achieved success in this book.
I know it’s cliche, but that’s the world’s way. Sitting here in this dark cafe, you are my dreams’ brilliant ray. Because of you I wanna say, Happy Valentine’s Day!
Slow Motion Workout The technical term is 5⁄5 Cadence (5 seconds up, 5 seconds down). I tried this for the first time on Sunday, it is really intense. Momentum is not there to help you. You will feel every part of your muscle throughout the motion. Weights Tim Ferris showed a simple formula to figure out what should be the starting weight to workout with. Simply do regular sets. If you can do 5 rep, wait a minute & then increase the weight by 10 lb or 10%.
My name is Blue. You can meet me in the sky. Or you can find me in the oceans. Or if you are lucky, I might be in your eyes. I am beautiful. Oceans are painted with me. I am what makes the sky perfect. You dare not come out of your homes when sky is devoid of me. Because of me, you seek the vastness of oceans. You spend your life in small boxes, only because you want to escape into me.
Who is that is I Still lost in my mind Trying to find my purpose When there might not be one The first thing was writing Can words truly change anything? Why should I write When there is so much noise Are you in that house or are you out here
Feeling so empty, and hollow inside Cannot believe I am writing a poem to a cigarette but I feel so unsatisfied, unfulfilled like this poem, half-finished.
In this hot desert heat, you were a cool breeze gone in a moment just as you came, left me behind to wonder if you will ever return to mess up my hair, to touch my thirsty lips softly you were a sweet dream, vanished with the stars in the morning leaving me to wake up in the blinding sunlight,
This poem was written by my favorite poet Allama Iqbal. I translated it for my English class during my freshman year. “The view up here is the same as ever. We are tired of shining and shining. Our work is to walk, day and night. Walk and walk and walk forever. Everything in this universe is anxious. Peace, whatever it is, does not exist. Everything is being tortured by time.
I translated this poem in my freshman year for my English class. This is a world of miracles for you. But for me, this is the world of randomness. The world of fantasies is poor, But poorer is the world of births and deaths. It is no wonder that your gaze will change it all, The world of possibilities is calling you.