Dependancy
obsessive love
having to say nice things when i am in a foul mood
waking up late
not getting my morning cuppa tea or coffee
hypocrisy
pretentiousness
loud people
not living up to your word
unfairness
Tsunami
poverty
loneliness
the rough frizzly hair which i have

What is the point of existence?

My friend gave this to me when i was sad and feeling particularly blue.

It's notthe critic who counts,
Nor the man who points out how the strng man stumbled,
Or where the doer of deeds could have done them better
The credit belongs to the man, who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly,
who errs and comes short again and again;
who knows great enthusiasms, great directions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause,
who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those timid souls
who know neither victory nor defeat

By Theodore Roosevalt

Did my friend consider me a timid soul or was he referring to himself as great
That is a question to be answered:)

" The moving finger writes
And having writ moves on
And all your piety and wit
cannot lure it back to cancel half a line
nor all your tears erase a word of it."

Wow!
All your piety and all your wit.
Hm... what about the spoken word then?

I was just wondering why God brough about so much of death and destruction. It seemed to me that in one swipe of His hand he had so cruelly swept away thousands of precious lives and rendered them homeless while taking away those precious to them.
Often times i used to frequent the beach and my ever active imagination would work overtime and wonder about the consequences if the mighty waves swept up the beach right into the homes situated so close to the sea.
and on that Bleak Dark Sunday of Dec 26, i saw the horror and terror of that thought transforming into reality before my eyes on the TV screen
I felt pain anguish and heartache at the wailing images of people. children torn away from parents, the dead turning up bloated several miles away and absolute panic everywhere.
Man had been rendered immobile. All his riches and money, name and fame did not come to help him in the face of nature's fury?
and i turned to God questioning him. Why did you do this? Did you just blink and there was chaos?
Why the poor fishermen? and the innocent children?
Can they walk on the sands again in the carefree blissful manner of yesterday?
One fisherman found his mother's body after two weeks. He removed his lungi and draped it over th e body. No tears , no red eyes no emotion, just a sad and helpless recognition of the fact that she is gone.
I wept and continue to weep today.
Imagine the horror of waking up and finding that you are the only one amongst your family alive. Everybody else is gone!