Monday, March 30, 2009

In the end

You're not how much money you've got in the bank. You're not your job. You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself.... You're not your name.... You're not your problems.... You're not your age.... You are not your hopes. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Till there I'm with tyler but then he doesn't really tell who we are, does he? Well my take is that all we have that are really ours are our memories and that defines what sort of a life we have lived. Gosh! tis' getting too heavy, lets leave this over here and just live for the moment, and the future, there is nothing that can't be handled while past, nothing can be done. Take care of your present moment and everything falls into place be it your past or present.

4 comments:

The sage said...

You seem to have missed this out

You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.,

SaTtY said...

I didn't, wasn't that obvious?

Anonymous said...

Then why do you make such a big deal about which god damn section of society AKA "caste" you belong to???

SaTtY said...

@ Keek

That's different it's about being attuned to the social settings, not what you perceive. Rather it has been historically proven and accepted that within a small groups of people does the compatibility issues not be an issue. As usual you are getting confused.