Tuesday, August 31, 2010

and when it does come a full circle

I hate to be sounding like how did a little more than an year ago. But I think I should just not have read "The Bell Jar". I can't help harping on the same old string of how completely lackluster and utterly mediocre my life is. I know this can be an era of way too many self-fulfilling prophecies! But I'll hold that thought. Just for now. Because I'm so full of this thought:
I knew I should be grateful to Mrs. Guinea, only I couldn’t feel a thing. If Mrs. Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn’t have made on scrap of difference to me, because where ever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street, cafĂ© in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


I have had this conflict at many points. Whether to do something that makes me feel good right now or something that keeps me happy for days to come. Whether to be the jolly grasshopper or the slogging ant. And so I found this pretty interesting. Not that I gained tremendously useful insights but it was quite an interesting read. And it had some cool links there!

Monday, August 09, 2010

Life's just a U-turn.

The endless fun of getting to the same point. Only on a different side.

Friday, August 06, 2010


I know I have been copy-pasting a lot out here. I sure hope I come up with something substantial to say myself pretty soon.
This, I found while I was weaving in and out of wiki links starting from the Jeeves' comment that was left yesterday about Nietzsche's fundamental unsoundness.
Apparently this is considered as one of the Viennese schools of psychotherapy and it bases its method on the belief that striving to find a meaning in one's life is what drives humans than anything else. I liked that! I have always thought that we keep making a story of our lives in our minds all the time. Whenever new events come by, we modify the story and re-tell it to ourselves. So we need to find what something means to be able to clearly explain it. Even if it is to our own selves. At least we have to make do a meaning when we don't exactly know.
I, however, did not like the fact they also believe that life certainly has meaning in all circumstances. There might be no meaning at all. It's just a need that we have. To create meanings.
This is from the wiki link. Found it pretty interesting.
Once, an elderly general practitioner consulted me because of his severe depression. He could not overcome the loss of his wife who had died two years before and whom he had loved above all else. Now how could I help him? What should I tell him? I refrained from telling him anything, but instead confronted him with a question, "What would have happened, Doctor, if you had died first, and your wife would have had to survive you?:" "Oh," he said, "for her this would have been terrible; how she would have suffered!" Whereupon I replied, "You see, Doctor, such a suffering has been spared her, and it is you who have spared her this suffering; but now, you have to pay for it by surviving and mourning her." He said no word but shook my hand and calmly left the office. - Viktor Frankl

Thursday, August 05, 2010


Reading 'Thus Spake Zarathustra" has been quite an experience so far. I wanted to wait till I got to the end of it, but this was just irresistible.
"Companions, the creator seeketh, and such as know how to whet their sickles. Destroyers, will they be called, and despisers of good and evil. But they are the reapers and rejoicers."