The cool kids come late to the class.
The losers arrive before time.
The cool kids smoke during breaks, often coming later than the allotted fifteen minutes.
The losers are sitting in the class, some napping, some studying, some talking to each.
The losers know everyone by name.
The cool kids know each other but not the losers.
I’m one of the losers (according to the cool kids)
Whaddya think they would expect of a guy who still has a blog that no one ever reads.
But I’m not what they think of me.
I’m only what I think of me.
The easiest way to be a good liar is to never worry about what you’ve told in the past.
At night when I
Hug my pillow
I hope it retains
Being a student after ten years of working isn’t easy.
People talk mostly about what they know.
As I philosophy, I believe I know nothing.
Which is why my silence is normal.
Why is it so hard for men to say ‘I don’t know’ to women, and for women to say ‘I already know’, to men?
Is a man’s ego that fragile that it needs so much protection?
You got what you deserve â€¦ you deserve each other.
I once confessed to a friend that I was afraid of the sentence ‘You get what you deserve’ because if I was ever unhappy or unsatisfied with what I had, then it was still what I deserved.
But what she said changed my mind.
She believed that ‘Getting what you deserve’ was very reassuring, because she always got the best in life, and it only meant that the universe was doing right by her.
Our viewpoints illustrated our general thought patterns in life… of my casual pessimism and her burgeoning optimism.
Even now, my fear has not gone away, but I’ve learnt to become a ‘cautious optimist’.
Looking back at life, even though my fear lingers in the periphery of the mind, I couldn’t be happier with what I got and what I have right now.
I’ll be forever grateful for that life lesson learnt.