Let'sBegin.

Aight, i realize that i haven't been saying anything real insightful (or in my case, morose) for a while. Maybe it's because i've been using my assignments as an excuse to not think.

Watched "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" the other day. in fact, i think it was yesterday. Something about the film attracted me. Some sense of nostalgia or something. Maybe it's because Arthur Dent was British. or maybe it's because of the characters. Or maybe i'm lying to myself and i'm just another sci-fi loving geek.

Been thinking though. We spend so much time thinking about the answers to life, the universe and everything, yet may not realize that maybe we're better off not knowing the answer at all.

Hitchhikers' puts it this way: the answer to life, the universe and everything is 42.
WHAT? such a sell-out, right? Well, the answer probably doesn't make sense because the question was not properly stated.

or as Charles Schulz puts it, "I know the answer! The answer lies within the heart of all mankind! The answer is twelve? I think I'm in the wrong building."

I guess we often ask God why things happen without properly considering the significance of the question. After all, God can tell you the answer, but chances are that you may not like it very much.

Someone once said that education is not about finding the right answers; it's about asking the right questions. After all, an answer will never make sense if you don't first know the question.

Or maybe that's just me.

I find that i often have trouble identifying with people younger than myself. I seem to enjoy conversations more if i'm forced to question things which are widely accepted by society. My dad once quoted me this: "I have six friends in life, all of whom have taught me all i know. their names are 'when', 'where', 'why', 'how', 'who' and 'what'." I guess that's one of the more significant things my dad has ever said to me.

somehow i could never identify with the complainers or the gripers. yeah, sure, i may or may not have experienced similar stuff, but at the end of the day, what's important is that you get through it stronger, smarter. In the olympics, the motto is "Citius, altius, fortius", which is Latin for "swifter, stronger, higher", and i think it's the basis upon which all our achievements stand: the need to out-do ourselves.

With all this common grace, i guess it's hard for me to accept that there are people more ignorant than i am. because i've always believed that i must be one of the most ignorant people alive today. there is so much more out there to learn. i wonder why we throw it all away.

and for what? that is my question today. i ridicule the ignorant masses whose biggest goal in life is to get hitched to some great-looking guy/girl. i pity those who fall into the mundane, the un-creative.

and yet, aren't the creative folk just falling into another stereotype? i guess it's unavoidable then. but while i live and breathe, i promise myself to never be satisfied with just ordinary. if being extraordinary becomes another stereotype, then i'm going to be extra-extraordinary. to be never satisfied with absolute answers. to keep on asking questions.

to achieve something greater than yourself. isn't that the basis of every great story?