Friday, December 14, 2007

Self-help.

Im obsessed with self-help books. Y'know, those with weird titles, like How To Be Happy, and Learning Compassion, Love Live and Laugh. And thousands and thousands of similar covers. Because, for one thing, it does help.

No kidding.

It makes you feel so refreshed, and optimistic, and oh-so-in-control. Chicken Soup, CHICKEN SOUP IS GREAT! The greatest compilation-cum-book ever written! It sure made me tear the most. Cried like crazy when i read some of the stories.

Its makes you reflect, and think, and marvel about the beauty of life.

Take this excerpt, for example.

"Uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day of a certain hour, we will pull into The Station. Once we get there, so many dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

How restlessly we pace the aisles, damming the minutes for loitering,-waiting, waiting, waiting.

Waiting, waiting.

Waiting. waiting, waiting...


Sooner or later, we must realise THERE IS NO STATION.

NO PLACE to arrive once and for all.

The true joy of life is the trip.

The station is only a dream. It constantly out distances us.

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sun-sets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along."


Couldnt have put it better myself.
Rad, man.


Doesnt something in you stir?
And dont you wanna do something?

Yeah, they do that to you.
Its madness i tell you, MADNESS.

I love it.

VULE VU VULE VU
I WANNA BE WITH YOU
C'EST LA VIE C'EST LA VIE
YOU WERE MADE FOR ME
-Excuse My French. 2 Be 3.

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