These frequent deaths make me rethink what I am doing, being anxious about materialistic things and worrying about the future so much that I don’t even know if it’s written in my fate or not. And if it is already written, then why am I so tense about it? In my opinion, the only thing we are going to take from here is our deeds. It’s not about sitting on a prayer mat 24/7 half-heartedly, nor about presenting yourself before Christ every Monday, nor about milk ceremonies in temples. I believe helping others and being a reason for someone’s happiness is what we call real happiness & worship both here and beyond. As McCandless said, “Happiness is only real when shared.”

The trouble for me is that i just can’t equiliberate between Money & Wisdom.

The neurotic urge to get beaten af!

The art of being silent is the art people rarely pursue.