What is like looking through my eyes? Interesting question. Well, sometimes i see nothing but hopelessness. All the terrible things happening around me in the world just get me down. Dissapointment, discοuragement, prevention from what i want. It's like everyone has turned into a zombie, but these zombies are different. They also feed from each other. And i have to try hard to remain myself. It would be easier if i just surrender and become one off them. But i can' t do that. That' s the point where i see hope. If i manage to retain myself, my soul and my thoughts and have my eyes open, then i might regnozise someone else like me. Someone who has not become a zombie and who thinks like me. And together we' ll find a third person and then maybe we will find more and more people like us. Humans, with respect for each other. Because that is all it takes. Respect for each other.

you know when we expect too much from others we get our selves hurt in return

sohanpur bazar,deoria,uttar pradesh of shri shivanand srivastava and shri panchanan srivastava

For me, whether God exists or not doesn't matter. I suppose I consider myself a Humanist more than anything and I try to stick mostly to that. I won't usually argue against the existence of some divine being but I do feel there is a lack of evidence. Regardless, I simply don't feel that any sort of confirmed existence on their part would have any effect on how I choose to live my life. As for my "beliefs", I see myself as having a responsibility to be a positive influence on my personal community and the world as a whole. I feel that "immortality" is best obtained through leaving a legacy behind of compassion and support for my fellow man and this planet that we all live on. The only thing I care about is leaving the world a better place through my own personal actions than it was when I first entered into it. If I arrive at the gates of "Heaven" and am denied entry solely on the grounds that I wouldn't acknowledge whatever God turns out to be the real one despite the fact I put every effort into living what would be a "good life" by any sane social standards, then so be it. I will accept whatever fate is to come knowing that I lived a life that I can be proud of regardless.

I was thinking the other day, that people mostly fall in love impulsively. More impulsively the younger they are. It is like tossing a coin and calling 'heads' or 'tails' while the coin is still spinning. Then I remembered something about mathematics I heard once; that if you call 'heads' everytime a coin is thrown, and the coin lands 'tails' six times in a row, is it more likely to land 'heads' the seventh toss? NO! The odds are still only 50/50. I think that somehow explains.. everything!

Hello. I am a boy in my early teens living in Pakistan. As some of you may know that we are fighting the taliban who are on the Afghanistan border.I once saw a news report on CNN, telling that a soldier of America was killed. He had been given a grand funeral, but his mother had filed a complaint to the authorities that one letter of his name was different and that this was an insult. The name was not told. That got me to thinking. That soldier had been given a funeral but what about the innocent civilians blown to shred by the American drone attacks. Drone attacks are very uncommon, a commander only orders a drone strike in desperate conditions. The situation is reverse in Pakistan. I would read about innocent civilians being killed by drone strikes almost every day.

Who came up with the slogan " The sky is the limit" when there are footprints on the moon!

There is no way to go Life is strange! Ekin Let your contemplation be endowed with this prayer. There is no way to go. There is nowhere to go. There is no one to go. Myriads of paths to traverse to the translunary home. There seems be no way to escape from this callous dome. The manifestations has you this ignorable captious vain. Your acquiesce and consent for heeding the vacuity to gain. Getting swayed away with the caravan shackled in chain. Acrimonious is the draught waiting for the lapful rain. Abroach and transient is the invitation to accept. Ready you never were for ademption of this addle concept. Deafened were your ears to hear the serenade of the divine concept. Wearing a veil of oblivion and expecting a clarity and candour Now a sentinel over your sentience for sepsis to be more. Buried you are Ekin in your sepulcher to be transfused. You have ignored the ablution enough which was not to miss. You were never acephalous to burn yourself in the alcove of bliss. This would not have been a transgress, had you chanced. You are no exception sitting on a caldera to be pranced. Senility is prodding you now hinting you a valediction now. The Valhala was never distant with its distinct frou-frou. If there is now way Ekin- jump out of the fen at once. You have enjoyed more than enough of foreordained falsity. Bow down before yourself Ekin and let it go. You know the friend now that which was once a foe. There is no way to go. There is nowhere to go. There is no one to go. Ekin 21/02/2010

Life is not always what it seems like, at times you see's a very fat, guy and this thinking comes to mind 'wow! he eats a lot....now knowing that sickness also causes people to get sollen up.Think before you act.

I had never tried to teach my father how children are to be made. Maybe that is my greatest fault. Do I really need to be human for to post here? Is that not an animal discrimination?