raise your weapon

You are the kids who never studied in school because you didnt need to, who made A's, B's and C's because you were smart enough to coast through anything teachers had to throw at you. You conquered the system and you knew it. Why suck up to teachers or focus on being popular when you won't see these people again after two or three years, right? Yeah, that's you. That was me, too. Life is good and easy, isn't it?
Well it is, and that's the problem. Life is good, but to be satisfied with what is good is to never become what is great.

I'm talking to you as an individual. Right now. The kid sitting behind his computer screen, wasting his time on the internet because it gives him a laugh, puts him in his comfort zone, and tells him that life is good and that he need not worry about following his dreams, whatever they may be, because he's got all he needs right here. The kid who is smarter and more talented than all his friends, but who has lost the motivation to show them. But he can change. It all begins with a decision, and all that decision takes is a little courage. You have it all but courage. It is the greatest virtue, because without it none of the other virtues can ever come to life. If a loving man does not have the courage to love, he will never love, and if a smart man never has the courage to reason, he will never do so. Whatever you are, the loving man, the smart man, the hateful man, the passionate man, the aspiring musician, artist, politician, philosopher, supermodel... all you need is courage, because you've already got everything else.
It takes strength to do those things, but the equation is simple, and the variables are there. All you need to do is utilise them. Emotional fitness; psychological strength.

Don't let me see life take control of you.
Take control of life.
Let me see some fucking heroes.


I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others-- only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his ribcage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad

srsly guise?

i understand how scissors can beat paper, and i get how a rock can beat scissors, but there's no fucking way paper can beat rock. is paper supposed to magically wrap itself around rock and leave it immobile? why the hell cant paper do this to scissors? screw scissors, why cant paper do this to people? why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? i'll tell you why, because paper cant beat anybody. a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. when i play rock paper scissors i always choose rock. then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper i punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit im sorry, i thought paper would protect you, you asshole!

Rescue me

I'm finding it hard to breathe and I've been drowning in my own sleep.I feel a hate crashing over me... So rescue me


There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.

Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying "Just take care of my eyes please"

This is how humans change when their status changes. Only few remember what life was before, and who has always been there in the most painful situations.

Self respect

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and-- in spite of True Romance magazines-- we shall someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely-- at least, not all the time-- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

The world is meaningless

There is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose. All meaning is man-made, so make your own and make it well. Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die. Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself. Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.

Do not give in to hope. Remember that nothing you do has any signifiance beyond that with which imbue it. Whatever you do, do it for its own sake. When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh and shout back "fuck you". Remember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility. The world may be empty of meaning but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.

Before you can grow up, you must fall in love 3 times

Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever.
This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.

Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect.
You will learn no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve.

And once you must fall in love with someone who is exactly like you.
This will teach you about who you are and who you want to be.

And when you're through all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that you needed the most.
But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each person that experiences it. And you will learn to respect each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved...

And you thought we were special...

"If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the world"
So you're one of the high rollers. Your hard earned money goes towards buying materialistic shit that you don't need-- only want. And yet you feel so content with your possessions that are ultimately worth nothing. You buy more than you need, and you eat what you have, and end up throwing the rest away. And this, my friends, makes you look like a complete asshole whether you notice it or not.

So in spite of all this, you think your life has meaning? is there a specific purpose as to why you've come into existence from the plain of purgatory that you once hailed? Simply put, no. You are nothing but the product of luck and chance, and thanking your predecessors, skill and knowledge. If you honestly believe that an all mighty, all knowing, all powerful and loving God created this vast universe just for us then I have some major fucking news for you, good sirs. Let me clear a few things up...
The universe is so large that the human mind simply cannot comprehend the pure, eerie essence that it is. You honestly believe that God, someone who could create such a magnificent, mystifying and mind-blowing product, only created one species of super-intelligent beings on a planet covered by water. And not just water... but SALT water. Water that is undrinkable. 70% of it is undrinkable actually, and we can't even seem to breathe under there. So what's God's explanation for that? Shit I'd love to hear it.
If that isnt enough why don't you take a good fucking look around. Disease, poverty, war, racism, sexism, discrimination, terrorism, nuclear testing, torture, greed, corruption. And God is not responsible for this you say? Why is it that when something good happens, he is held in such high reverence, but when it's something negative you choose to ignore it. Ever wonder why? Maybe you should.
If you're able to picture innocent children being born into poor families, innocent children being born with a disability and mental retardation, innocent children who have done NOTHING wrong, being forced to exist in a world where they are mocked, treated like SHIT and suffer for all their lives, and you can still say with pride that God is all loving, then you are ignorant and you need to come to terms with the fact that the only reason why you believe in God is because in times of crisis, you need a shoulder to lean on. The reason why I don't need a shoulder to lean on is because I have supportive friends who are there for me, because they know I'm not a complete lunatic with an invisible friend.
And so I end the aforementioned points with this simple conclusive question:
150 years ago: the abolition of slavery
100 years ago: the emancipation of women
050 years ago: inter-racial marriage
TODAY: same sex relationships

Why is it that the church always has to be dragged kicking and screaming (by secular outrage) towards the tolerance and compassion that, ironically, it claims to hold a monopoly on?

And have you ever deeply thought about the 10 commandments?

The first four are blatant religious propaganda- basically a plug for the Hebrew God. The remaining six are dangerously held up as exhaustive and inspired by those who apparently haven't read them. For example, one wonders how 'lying' and 'envy' make the big list of dont's, but not rape, torture, child abuse, racism, slavery... and surely nobody still seriously believes that black and white moral guidelines are of much use in a grayscale world. "Thou shalt not kill" - but what about in genuine self-defense? "Thou shalt not bear false witness"- but what about lying to the Nazi officer who asks if you are hiding any Jews? True morality requires judging each case on its own merits, not just overlaying the same clumsy morality stencil on everything.

So what inspired me to write this giant block of text? In Society and Culture class today, we watched footage of the impacts and the implications that the Vietnam War had on the Vietnamese people. And let me tell you that if for one fucking minute you believe God is all loving, you're officially on a list of 'people who are clearly deaf in a world with nothing but sound'. The children... INNOCENT CHILDREN... born deformed, born unable to even go to the bathroom, walk, talk or perform any task that is essentially what makes us human... They are unable to farm land to feed themselves... and this is just in Vietnam. All over the world, people are suffering... the Arabs, Africans, Chinese, Cambodians to name a few.
And after all this you expect me to believe that I'm the one that's going to hell for 'being bad'. Ladies and Gentlemen there is no God, and no meaning to life. Science cannot yet explain how the big bang had occured, but we sure as hell know that we are who we are simply because we won the luck of the draw-- we're lucky to be alive. Some people may never even get to walk this earth. And we dare to say that the miracle of life is attributed to a being who allows such horrendous acts to take place.
To those who oppose, all I can say is fuck off and open your eyes


Washington, DC Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007.
The man with the violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later the violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes later, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
After 10 minutes, a year 3 old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes... the musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32

1 hour... he finished playing and the silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organised by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and peoples priorities.
The question raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognise talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made... How many other things are we missing?

We must live the best life we can

You have seen it. Before you lies a great stretch of road and it is windswept, or blasted by the hot sun, or covered in snow, or it is dirt or concrete, or shrouded in darkness or bright and clear so you have to squint. But no matter what... it feels utterly empty. But there are sons who have lost mothers and mothers who have lost sons. So we must live the best life we can

The Martyrs

Lincoln became a martyr the same way John F. Kennedy would become one. And in their deaths, they created a symbol of freedom and peace... something this country can look up to.
The truth is death doesn't vindicate. It doesn't vindicate. It may have been good for the country but it wasn't good for Lincoln and it definitely wasn't good for John F. Kennedy. So what do you say? Did they die in vain?
If you had to ask John or Abe if they liked being shot in the head they'd probably say 'no'. We cannot dedicate. We cannot concentrate. We cannot hollow this ground for the tragedy lies they were robbed of their future and the possibilities that lay within it. And these lives will never be replaced


You will not be remembered if you die now. You'll be buried and mourned by a few and what more can you ask for? The world will spiral from underneath you and you are either too smart or too dumb to find God. Maybe you are angry. Only because the way out is through love. And you are just horny and lonely.

Reckless dark desires

So you're born in the capitol of the world. And you can never escape-- and that's how it is because that's how everyone wants it to be. It's all about want. Nobody needs anything here.
It is about when you wake up in the morning and snow is already coming down and its bright between the buildings where the sun falls, but already dark where the shadows are. And it's all about the want... so what do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are a drift. You're washed away and buried under the snow and shadow, and in the spring when the snow melts, nobody will remember where you were frozen and buried. You will no longer be anywhere.

Unjustifiable existance

The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphorical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us.