Time

When I have more money, I want to buy more time. Time to read more, time to cook impossibly intricate food, time to complete a back-breaking chore and feel good at the end of it. Time to love more and live better.

As each moment passes and I grow that much more wiser, I have learnt how important time is. Not that it makes me want to be a better time manager. I still postpone meetings and chores. I still procrastinate. I curse myself while doing so... but I let my tired self win the debate over carpe diem. So, I want to buy more time. Not hours in the day, not even an extra 30 minutes to the 24 hours that the ancient Egyptians decided upon. Just time. The abstract, elusive, thing that surrounds us and dictates our every action.

"Do you feel time passing?" I wish I could. Just like we feel the cold and the hunger pangs and the taste of blood when we bite our lip. The passing of time should be felt in a more tangible way, don't you think? Because I am sure if we felt time passing then we would know to treat it better. Treat it with more respect.

So, I want more money because I want to buy more time.

Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans

Remember Forrest Gump and his famous quote? "Life is like a box of chocolates," he said, "You never know what you are gonna get." Well... no. Life is NOTHING like a box of chocolates. It is true that you don't know what you are going to get. But not everything you get handed has a sweet after-taste. Life is more like a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans from Honeydukes (for all non-Harry Potter readers - it is a sweet treat quite like jelly  beans or gummy bears but with a magical twist). You may get lucky and pull out a caramel flavoured bean or a chocolate sundae-flavoured one or your unlucky streak may make you pick a earwax-flavoured one or a one that tastes like yesterday's cabbage soup. So yeah. Life doesn't always deal out desserts or the best hand at poker. All we can do is learn from experience and know which beans will taste of what and throw the horrid-tasting ones back in the bag. 

Prejudice

We are all prejudiced. And it is not really a crime to be so. Only when we let our prejudices control all aspects of our lives, then we are committing a crime against humanity. I think it is good to have one's prejudices. We become more careful and more cynical of things. It is not really a great feeling to be proven wrong, but when you come across a situation which questions your prejudice and lays it bare, where your prejudice no longer has a leg to stand on, the feeling you get of hot shame and a new enlightenment is brilliant. You feel light-headed and purged of something evil. It feels wonderful.

How to be complete

I exist, therefore I am. And in me is the potential for positive and negative. I am a whole person. I do not need to look outside and beyond me to find completion. In our haste to make ourselves "complete", we forget that nature is self-sustaining. We all have what it takes to make us complete. So why do we try and look for people who will make us complete? Marriage is for companionship, it is a state of shared love between two people. But it cannot and will not make you complete. Look inside. When the heavy feeling dissipates and you smile at nothing and no one and for no reason, you are complete. 

Individuals

I wonder who is the crazy one. The crazy girl with her ideas of individuality or we, who pseudo-worship individuality, but are afraid to be individuals?