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Globetrotting?

Posted by kittt on August 28, 2007

I’ve been mulling about the places that i wish to go all around the world since forever. And now, in the 6 and a 1/2 short years left of my 20s, i believe that options will have to be narrowed, and sacrifices to be made. But which? To say my life is at its crossroads now would be Hollywooding things a little, but UK, Japan, Australia all littered with pros and cons as well as trying to carve a career in the place i call home; just how much to aim for? Before this becomes a “Dear Thelma,” post I guess more importantly, i’ve got to wake up and smell the coffee of reality, a sleepless passing of time, and walk in the consciousness of growing up. I don’t want to just get older.

And then, in the midst of thinking, i realised i’ve not asked myself. Where does God wants me to be? I closed my eyes and started asking. I turned off my music, and tried earnestly to hear something. But feedback from all those thinking, the pros and cons of everything i was ever considering like voices from the graves came out firing like AK47s in the hands of some insignificant terrorist making all the headlines in my head.

“Globetrotting?”

“You’re not ready.”

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Sympathy for the Devil

Posted by kittt on June 27, 2006

Our grasp of the picture of the devil from our apparent hindsight that we are capable of discerning good from evil, is that the Devil is the ultimate of all that is evil, his form the ultimate of all that is unpleasant, his wickedness is the ultimate that a mind is capable of, his words is the sharpest and deadliest of swords, his home the convocation of sin. You cannot see him, nor can you touch him, lest you too be consumed by fire and be destruction’s incarnate. His power is beyond you, leaving you in leaps and dangles on a thin fine line; a fraction of him in you can empower you to unfathomably surpass others in any of your perilous pursuits. Yet you despise his very existence, his image, and you are genuinely afraid of losing your soul you claim to own.

This is me shedding some sympathy for the Devil. This is the self Lucifer loathes, the embodiment of all that is wrong with this world. He cannot come to you as who he really is. He has not the face that anyone has seen, yet we paint him so vividly. But what do you expect to see when the devil taps your shoulder, and you turn back to stare in his face?

I could be wrong. Perhaps i am wrong. As far back as i can remember, The Rolling Stones’ called him ‘a man of wealth and taste’ in the song “Sympathy for the Devil”. Maybe he doesn’t need my sympathy. Maybe he isn’t so ugly. Maybe he’s more prevalent in this world than you think, by that i meant, the current workings of contemporary times.

Maybe we ought to take him more seriously, as he silently plots in this so called globalisation and the creation of a better, if not infinite world. You think about it. My sympathies for the devil from all the Hollywood blockbusters which portray him so graphically in his outward appearance, without ever knowing how he ever looks like. My idea is that he is unequivocally adept at creating the images that we want to see of him.

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No bunny matter

Posted by kittt on April 17, 2006

I still sometimes despise the glorious industries of human capitalism, this bitter irony always makes its way into my head come the festive seasons. Like Christmas, Easter just has to have incentives to make good boys and girls, and only reminders that it is a somewhat solemn celebration deter us from giving away presents twice a year. Not that i’m denying that chocolates, eggs and bunnies aren’t a subset of presents, but yes, you’d get the drift, the symbols of Christmas creates a euphoric sense for celebration for the gift of Life. It IS Jesus’ birthday.

But our lives are truly granted on Easter, so here’s to greeting life after Christ. Chocs. Bunnies. Eggs. We are such creatures of habit, as we learn through the course of our lives, or in a lecture in Accounting, a social science, and our habitual acts of exploiting incentive.

Essentially, death must occur prior to rebirth, and Jesus’ crucifiction and subsequently, his resurrection paves the way that flawed humans can join him up in Heaven. His perfect life and exemplary conduct serves as the perfect sermon for us Christians. Remember rapture, and remember that prior to it, only Jesus has died and reborn to live eternally, and if he were to set a precedent for doing so, he’ll be lonely in Heaven.

Darkly fortunate we are, that that is not the case, but still caution must be served for us in His example. Christian living has always been a challenge, but never have the masses had to deal with such rapid globalisation, blending culture, religion, thoughts, businesses, practices, communication and success so seamlessly, where the youth dream agelessly, the elders envisions far beyond their lifespan, and our children reap the rewards and replicate it.

What about us replicating the life of Jesus? Such habitual creatures we are, that it makes a mockery of our eating from the Tree of Knowledge, and our ability to discern good from evil, for how do we, rational humans, define ‘good living’? Giving up fun is sacrifice, but not when fun creates problems, and denies you from living ‘right’. And why do we need incentives for it? I’m robbing no one of their presents, chocs, bunnies and eggs nor am i calling for a boycott, but just how much do we need ‘IT’?

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