All I Needed Was A Perfect Day

Summer is here and I'll be stuck in London until I graduate.

So NOW I have the time to write.

Where do I begin?

For the first damn time yesterday I finally slept the best sleep I've ever slept for the past few months.

I must admit my head (and heart) has been all over the place.

It was really hard to even begin to write a single thing that goes on my mind- I just couldn't write. It was like a race of which issue was more important than the other; it wasn't writers block it was writers overload!

Anyways, so much shit has happened!

I mean to name a few; first Black president in the US, Malaysia's got a new PM, PM revamped his cabinet, Tory controversy in Britain...its like wahey! Politics is taking a new turn isn't it?

And on top of all that there's other things to worry about too! What with poverty and global warming and pandemic viruses eh?

And lastly, there's me. An individual who seeks to speak about all the issues of the world; big or small, in hopes to find myself.

So, Have I found myself?

That shall be left with a question mark. After all, what is the meaning of finding ones self? To be comfortable in their own skin? To be satisfied with what they have around them? To have the capability to achieve anything they dream?

Who bloody knows?

I've learned a lot from Nietzsche and his nihilism. I was pretty convinced by it that I woke up one morning sometime ago and felt completely pointless. I felt like the world was pointless because it was all in a state of nil...I felt like, fuck.it.all.

But then yesterday I laid in the beautiful park in the sun underneath a pario and felt the day was too perfect. And that Nietzsche was wrong; NIHILISM IS BULLSHIT.

It was all in his mind. He was a depressed sod who lacked amazing people and knew nothing of being GRATEFUL. That's probably why he got into a state of dementia.

Twat.

So this post is just to remind us all that life (even if it's shit, even if you're lost at the moment) has a meaning.

We all have a reason being where we are doing what we do. You didn't just get there because you got there. You got there because of certain things you did with what was surrounding you which triggered you to head towards that particular direction.

I know God has given us our fate but I don't think God said do nothing to change your fate to make it better.

God is fair for fucks sake.

If you think you're fated to be a dust bin boy you're wrong. You're a dust bin boy because you refuse to go look for some other skill that will improve your job scope. You're a dust bin boy because you won't save your money for the education or whatever business start up you wanted to do. It's pretty straight forward; the choice is yours.

Like I always say, there is always a way to achieve your dreams; you just got to know how exactly to go about it.

And if I may instill my favorite self taught philosophy I believe in the 3Cs; Confidence, Common Sense and Charisma. With all that, you can be anything. :)

And I'm back!