Opportunities in life

I'm a firm believer of opportunities. If there is one thing that separates the successful "luckies"from the unfortunate losers, its the number of opportunities they have collected. One can argue that hard work or natural talent is the main reason why humans achieve better quality of life. I'm not discounting either of the two; however, compared to once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, both don't come even close.

Opportunities breed opportunities. It is therefore up to us to firmly grasp the small opening of the uncertainty.

This reminds of the speech given by Steve Jobs. He stated that experiences are like dots and that connecting these life experience would produce something glorious.

As "high-IQ'ed" morons, people try to come up with the whole picture without actually going through the series of happiness, fullfilments, disappointments, fiascos and the occassional idiotic ideas. This is the opposite of what life should be.

Commit smart mistakes; take acceptable risks; commit to complexities; say yes. Living is the act of painting and life is the masterpiece. As paint is applied to the canvas, so is life filled with new realization. It would be a tradegy to look back and see a few semi-perfect dots and a couple of baby-drawn lines.

Living life?

a computer chair found at the saddest little corner of the house

What is the difference between a lonely person sitting behind a secluded desk, an affable person touring some of the world's most fascinating cities and a couple of months old baby barely able to keep his eyes open? Is it wrong to assume that the latter is living more than the former?

What then is the measure of living? Is it the amount of money on a bank account, the number of diplomas on the wall, the extend of fame and power, the volume of milk intake or simply the total time spent awake? Is there even a means to quantify life?

Is it not a little easy to say that living is measured not just by a single defining factor but by the grams, meters, seconds, kelvins, amperes, moles and candelas of life? Is it possible that this conundrum has a fairly easy solution?

If, out of nowhere, the question "Have you lived?" was ask; will hesitation with a certain degree of realization be hidden in beneath a vague answer? If one can reply with complete and absolute conviction, without a nanosecond of delay, then is it not an irrefutable evidence that will support living life to the fullest?

PS: Have you tried making a point by just asking questions?

Lightning Inspirations

Inspirations are like lightnings; it hold an insane amount of electricity but dissipates in a matter of microseconds. The moment something cool or extremely foolish comes to mind, I almost always start the job. Some tasks would require less time while others are plain impractical if not impossible.

The most difficult part is keep the energy, the passion to continue pain-in-the-ass undertaking. I am unfortunate to lack the skills in storing the electricity of inspiration, and the thing is there is no guaranteed way to improve on that. It will take a strong will to reach the end of a once interesting piece of work.

And to the lucky few who are able to accumulate excessive amount of inspirations and channel it, get out.

PS.
I was inspired to assemble my first computer. The last 2 desktops I have went puff. Here is my Intel D945GCLF2.

What am I doing?

I have no idea at all. Although it is quite contradictory at all for me to start blogging about something that is probably going nowhere, but this is the beauty of the internet...the anonymity of one's self.

So this is meant as an introduction to my blog. This is my sanctuary and my dump site. A safe haven to store my hidden thoughts, morally gray ideals, moronic realization, weird theories and plan for world domination...or something close to it. So all things that I am embarrassed to say out loud or that the world is not ready to hear (almost all would be because of the former), will be kept hidden here along with my identity.

I'm a critic, an admirer, an analyst, a scientist, a newscaster, a commentator, a know-it-all jackass...and above all, a possible idiot.