Fate?

I believe that your free will determines your fate and that your fate determines what you do with all your free will.

Your path is your life, and you may do what ever you want with your life, it is your life, and you can screw it up, but it is your decision. You could burn down your path, you might run wildly waving your arms falling small objects that may have been avoided, you may sit down and stack rocks choosing to live safely but not doing much living, and you may even break away from your path entering a path where fate is nonexistent. Every ones life is different, but every one faces obstacles at some point along the path, it is unavoidable. The path is a collective unconscious, repeating its self in every ones life. With all your freedom, you choose how to hurtle these obstacles, according to your fate.

Oh but I haven’t even started on fate yet. Fate, fate, fate… Fate is something your mind dreams up to give your life purpose. Fate is ones own creation, ones own beast that can not be escaped, for it lives in your mind. Fate determines how you use all the free will you have in life. Because of fate, there is limitation in every aspect of thinking thus there is limitation of free will.

However trapped I feel in life, my life is really mine to do what ever I please. In a sense, fate does trap you. You can choose to ignore your fate but it is never a good idea to do so. As Mrs. Williams always says, “the gods will know, and your children will be punished!”

Livin Lavida Loca

I hate to say it, but I would much rather live life to the fullest extent of the self centered, material possesions of glamorous plastic, and be remembered for it, than be a nobody. And the thing is I know exactaly how I want to live my crazy life.

I would love to be a famous designer, with clients that everyone has heard of. All over the world people could open any magazine and see my work in still frames on the glossy pages. My designs will make you want to live just as fast and hard as I do. My work will never make you think you look bad, and if you can fake it, you can make it. Going to openings, after partys, drinking flaming shots, smoking cigaretts, staying up all night and designing durring the day, some how staying skinny amidst all the stress and debacuchery. You have got to be kidding, I dont care how old I am when I die if I got to party hard and do what I love.

I want to be able to do somethting amazing that the whole world will remeber for the next 1,000 years. I have no idea what in the world I could do to be remebered for that long. I dont think that I could name anyone from 1,000 years ago besides Buhdda or someone like that. So to be remebered like buhdda is remebered would absolutly be something i would be interested in. I would almost like to do live fast just to find out what my brain cooked up to get to be that famous.

In da begining

My favorite story in the world was Aladin. When i was 5 i would sit and watch the movie over and over again. I think the indian culture must have facsinated When all the sequels came out I had to have them. I still love to sit down and watch a Disney movie.



By far my favorite printed on paper story is Dr. Suess. I love his goofy rhymes and the seemingly pointless stories told just for the sake of telling. My favorite books are One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish and Dr.Seuss's sleep book. "My hat is old. My teeth are gold. I have a bird I like to hold. My shoe is off. My foot is cold. My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold. My hat is old. My teeth are gold. And now my story is all told." This is the rhyme that I will remeber untill I die. My Many Colored Days is a book that recently came out that was written by Dr. Seuss, but not illistrated by him. I hate that book. It feels like blasphemy.

Im a Wes erner

The big difference between the steriotypical westerner and the other guy is that westerners tend not to think about philosophy to much. Us westenerners are way to busy to sit down and say things that contradict eachother. What is the point of that? Making yourself think more? Crazy Talk! Its also very forgien to sit down and wonder about other people in other places. Westerners are so caught up in the here, the now and the bright shinny object were all striving to reach, that we dont really think about other cultural mentality.

Its hard for us to think that while something is wholy and saint like, there is still sin within that person. Its hard for us to think that something good can also be something bad. Someone doing good my have urges to do something corrupt. When I was reading Siddhartha it totaly blew my mind when the monk bacame a merchant, a lover and a dice player. Even while Siddhartha was a brahman, and wholy man, he bacame a sinner.