Because I am not a dog...

I will wake up each day...
...and then wonder how to make it meaningful.

I will fight for my bread...
...and then not have time to eat it.

I will love someone...
...when I want and as I want.

And expect to be loved back...
...when I want and as I want.

I will bite someone...
...but never in their presence.

I will guard my territory...
...though never really define it.

I will really want someone to hug me...
...but not go over and ask fot it.

Words.

I think that the more words a person knows the better thinker the person is. The justification is simple, each word in reality is a thought. First came the thought then a need to express that thought and hence the word came into existence. So more words you know, the more thoughts you have pondered over - whether agreed on or not, but definitely thought over.

Another observation that I was told by my English language teacher when she was teaching us synonyms was that no two words have same meaning. They can have similar meaning, but not same.

It's interesting how we can analyze a situation, feeling or problem, simply by putting correct words in place. For example...

Do you miss someone or remember?

Do you respect someone or obey?

Do you love someone or are you in love with someone?

Is this your wish, dream or goal?

Are you living or are you alive?

Do you have a passion or an obsession?

Do you live in the future or for the future?

Do you die for something that motivates you or because of something that provokes you?

This is indeed a simple observation, and an obvious one too... But it fascinates me none-the-less.

:)


added on 14.08.09

I just happened to flip through pages of The Fountainhead. A book which I have read twice and would read again soon now, but still won't call it my favourite book, coz of reasons I can't explain.

Anyways, coming to the point, I came to Pg 642 in the edition I have, here Ayn Rand writes...

The pressure disappeared with the first word he[Gail Wynand] put on paper. He thought - while his hand moved rapidly - what a power there was in words; later, for those who heard them, but first for the one who found them; a healing power, a solution, like the breaking of a barrier. He thought, perhaps the basic secret the scientists have never discovered, the first fount of life, is that which happens when a thought takes shape in words...


I just had to note this down here.

Run!!

Run.
Run fast.
Run hard.
Stretch yourself.
Push hard.
Keep running.
This is what your purpose in life is.
Run.
Give it all that you have.
So what if you are actually running in circles and not going anywhere.
You are supposed to run, not think.
If you'll waste time in thinking, others will get ahead of you.
Run.
Focus on the track not on anything else.
This is what you are born for.
Run.
You have heard the gun shot.
You have heard the crowd cheer.
They all expect you to run.
You expect yourself to run.
That's the only thing you know.
Run.
Don't stop.
This is all that is to life.
You stop, you die.
Or maybe worse, you'll live but won't be alive.
Your run defines you.
So, run.
Now is the time to run, you can think later.
Stop!

Don't run until you want to.

Think.

Breathe.

Know where you are going.

Are you going where you want to be?
Are you going anywhere?

Is this the track you chose to be on?
Are these the people you chose to compete with?

Where are you coming from?
Where are you heading?

Do you have your answers?
Search them.

What's your truth?

What's your point?

What's the point you want to make?

Breathe.

Run.
With all your 'heart'.

Strength diminishes eventually.
Let your heart fuel you.

And heart needs conviction.
And conviction belongs to those who think.

Think.
Think now.
Think before it's too late.

Then run, like you have never run before.
And yes, don't forget to breathe.