The brightest light...

"My candle burns at both ends

It will not last the night

But ah my foes and oh my friends

It gives a lovely light..."

-the motto of Roald Dahl

Death is the greatest of teachers. Death teaches us what life does not. Death teaches us that everything that has a beginning has an end and that is why the time between the beginning and the end is the most invaluable of all.
Nobody lives as truly as a dying man. Death teaches us how incredible life is. Death teaches us how little time we have to achive the impossible and fulfill our purpose.
I take a look at the various people around me. Everyone's got something to complain about. Life isn't treating anybody fairly.
An unbelievably large number of folks of my age are perfectly content with surrounding themselves with smoke, alcohol, parties, sex and friends and living out life like that. Many of them wish to run off to either the States, UK or Australia because such places apparently offer even more smoke, alcohol, parties, sex and friends. Its perfectly alright to live half your life intoxicated and the other half cribbing about how boring life is. Its not like there's anything more to it, is there?
The one question that man has always asked himself at the beginning of his life is what is he doing here? What is his purpose here on earth? What is his destiny? What is he meant to do?
The question that has simmered inside the greatest of thinkers and troubled men since the dawn of time has now been answered...
We are here to smoke, drink, do drugs, party and die. If you were expecting a more profound answer to this eternal question then too bad!
Our world has become so tiny that there is no room for big things and big ideas. Why have we been given gifts of talent and skill if they are of no use? What happened to passion and fire?
Why is the human spirit on the verge of getting extinguished in the breeze?
Doesn't anybody demand anything of life anymore? Doesn't anyone desire the feeling of absolute power that comes out of being able to bend reality and trigger changes the way only you can?
I once asked a wise man why people had forgotten how to live. He asked me not to worry about other people. My life has to worth living. Thats all that matters.
A life may be short but its is not the length that counts. If every second of your short life you lived like it was your last, then you have lived better than several men of a hundred years and more...