Painted Sun

The world is changing. Every second of it is so much more different than the previous.

Mortality. One is ever, forever mortal. It is so easy to take away life from what it originally belonged to that the meniscus between life and death is easily blurred. When was the last time you squashed the life out of something, be it accidentally or deliberately? Directly, or indirectly?

It is so common, as there must, and always will be, two sides to a coin. Life and death are a part of a whole, but to choose life is to condemn death. Why, do we choose life? Is it because we are living?

Death. What is it? As mysterious, intriguing, promising the eternal release from suffering seems, it is something that should never be in the hands of a human to decide. What right do you have, to take your own life, or take it from others?

Just because it happens everyday, everywhere, by anyone, doesn't mean that it is not wrong. Murder is, and always will be a crime.

Live life to the fullest. Study as you were to live forever. Live as though you were to die tomorrow.

Don't worry too much about the abstracts of life. Each answer only raises more questions, yet, never quench the passion for learning. Or rather, do not think of questions as negative, instead perceive them as yet-to-be-found answers.

Cogito, ergo sum.

This deceptively simple latin statement first came to me in its French form-  "Je pense donc je suis"

Dubito ergo cogito ergo sum.

-I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am. 



Look, the sun is...