Working and the meaning of life.

Have you ever played an RTS stranger? I guessed not. An RTS is a genre of video games in which the typical thing to do in order to win the game is have some "workers" gather resources, then use these resources in order to build better buildings, fighters and finally overcome your opponent.If you come to think of it it bears many similarities to...life.That's what we do.We begin life with 2 workers.The body and the brain.What most people do (or plan to do regardless of success), is use these 2 workers in order to gather resources (knowledge) and then use this knowledge to build buildings in turn, in order to overcome their opponents, with the word "opponents" being quite vague.Let me clarify that for you.In case you didn't know,our petty mind tends to make our short life a competition.A race if you will.This is not necessarilly bad per se, until the x-factor comes into play.It's the competitors that matter.And these competitors are our friends and neighbours.You see stranger, most people use their resources (knowledge which translates to money) to obtain better buildings and goods,just like an RTS.I think we can agree on that.Did i mention better? In order for the term "better" to exist there are two prerequisites."Good" and "Best".With "Good" being what our friends have/are.And with "Best" being what we soon opt to obtain.Do you catch my drift, stranger? It's a vicious circle.There is no "Best" and the sooner someone realises it, the more chances are he finds the true meaning of life.Someone could argue that you become better with good being no other than yourself but then again imagine you were alone in this world.Yup, you wake up one fine morning only to find out that earth has turned into a barren,desolate place and everyone except for you has dissappeared. Is there now any point in working and amassing money? You would suddenly turn to simpler things in life, like enjoying every single moment and trying to do what you were realy suppossed to do in the first place in this world, but were too busy working to look for it.You would not even begin to compare your material goods with anyone else's, for there would be noone to compare with.They would suddenly lose their value,you would suddenly feel empty.Do you see the relationship? You are only worth what they are worth.
Do not let working be the end, it should be the means to it.Completely avoid it if you can, i know i will.This will give you more time to think, and this will ultimately lead to a bettter you.You shall hence break the circle of "good-better-best", transforming it to a single line with you as a start, and the ideal you as a finish.Noone else involved.
Do not misunderstand me, i find working to be a necessary evil.Would we be able to survive without it? Probably not.Am i willing to give life without it a shot? Possibly.Have i found the meaning of life and what i am supposed to do with the time that has been granted to me? Definately.

The circle of trust.

Once again, as a human being, i feel the need to express myself.To make you think.And once again,life has taught me something i thought i could share with you.So, do try to bear with me for the next five minutes of your life which i will be oh so happy to waste.
The matter at hand is the circle of trust,our beloved people, friends,relatives,family.Some people were lucky enough to be born under the illusion of having many of them around.Others were smarter and promptly came to terms with the idea they actually had only two,best case scenario.When i grew old enough to think,i was under the impression only a bunch of people really cared about me.This idea slowly grew on me and as time passed, that feeling only got stronger.But the tides always seem to find a way to turn and just recently the Balance found a way to prove me wrong.And what a way it found! I will not go into details, i will just try to offer you the gist of my thoughts leaving you with the hard task of deciphering my words.(You should know by now that i take a twisted pleasure in doing this.)
Which are the criteria we use when we want to decide whether someone cares about us or not? Is it his attitude? Is it the kind acts he does for us? Is it his/her sense of humor? Or maybe it's a mixture of all these values....who knows?
I do. I am positive that you are thinking it's a combination of all the above.Well, i hate to break it to you stranger, but here's the tragic irony; Although you may believe that you are different (like everybody else :P) in reality the deciding factor on you calling someone a friend, is how much of a normal person he is, how rationally he reacts and responds in a given situation.And if the said person is the soul of the party, well you don't need to know anything else about him.Your struggle to add him to your circle of friends can begin.And i don't blame you.All we crazy people think everyone else is crazy, so we have to be careful not to interact with any crazy people by accident, lest we become crazy ourselves.Yeah.It's sad.So, let me tell you a secret.Try to get to know people who think you are out of your mind and criticize you all the time.Become their friend.For they have already done the first step to a good relationship.They have told you your flaws.They have been honest to you.In most cases,your best friend will never be so honest.And that is because he is your best friend and he knows you won't like it.No one likes criticism after all, it makes sense.
All in all, try to be with people who are aware of your flaws and have insulted you for them,have come to terms with them, and love you for them.For me, if someone can't predict when his words will anger me, or can't understand even my most paranoid needs, he is not really my friend.When someone tells me "don't do this, it is just not right" i die a little bit inside.Because i then know he doesn't know me so well.
Remember stranger, our individuality should never be compromised or be trifled with.The moment a friend doubts your actions, is the moment he should no longer be called a friend.A friend will bail you out of jail, but a GOOD friend will sit next to you in the cell's bench and say; "Dude we fucked up".

Your glum guy out.