What do we Really Want, What do we Really Need?
Time and time again, I drift off to contemplate this issues? Would being a multi-billionaire be what exactly I want or need? Will being a CEO of Bussiness Tycoon solve the problems? Or will it just add on to those problem, solve them and create new problems?
Everyone has problems, it's unrealistic to say that some people don't. The most important thing is being happy, being happy with that you have, what you've gained, what you've learned throughout the turbulent journey we called life. Some fare better ,some fare less, but who are we to judge how Happy they are?
What do you really Really want? Do you actually know? Do you know who knows? Do you know how you would know? If so When?
This reminds me of a starry night on a soft blue-grass bed on a hill side in Kentucky, nothing but the stars and the gentle breeze of wind, very much like the evening in Wellington on that little mole hill overlooking the bay and crystal blue water of the southern pacific tip. In Memories, that's all. Engraved in my mind , inner peace.
That's life, like the sound of virgin snow falling at a busy street in Brussels, undescribable. Or at the park in Kentucky. The sound of the Autumn wind belowing in Chicago, The low rhythm of Miami, The rabbits in Hyde park, The sound of wave splashes on Daytona Beach. The haze of KL.
That's life.
Time and time again, I drift off to contemplate this issues? Would being a multi-billionaire be what exactly I want or need? Will being a CEO of Bussiness Tycoon solve the problems? Or will it just add on to those problem, solve them and create new problems?
Everyone has problems, it's unrealistic to say that some people don't. The most important thing is being happy, being happy with that you have, what you've gained, what you've learned throughout the turbulent journey we called life. Some fare better ,some fare less, but who are we to judge how Happy they are?
What do you really Really want? Do you actually know? Do you know who knows? Do you know how you would know? If so When?
This reminds me of a starry night on a soft blue-grass bed on a hill side in Kentucky, nothing but the stars and the gentle breeze of wind, very much like the evening in Wellington on that little mole hill overlooking the bay and crystal blue water of the southern pacific tip. In Memories, that's all. Engraved in my mind , inner peace.
That's life, like the sound of virgin snow falling at a busy street in Brussels, undescribable. Or at the park in Kentucky. The sound of the Autumn wind belowing in Chicago, The low rhythm of Miami, The rabbits in Hyde park, The sound of wave splashes on Daytona Beach. The haze of KL.
That's life.