1 post tagged “dead poets society”

i have opinions about the happiness article in the mindyourbody section of straits times.

but i have to save them for later. work calls, you see. =/ will post later. used some time to post about our new form (go to http://kidonherbike.livejournal.com), who is a very cool lady.

and i feel that happiness shouldn't just be a short-lived thing, otherwise it means just about nothing, when placed beside a life which has been lived with such a vigour pursuit of things that matter. that's what i feel most strongly about, after i read the article this afternoon, and after i read andrea's email and post.

will elaborate, tomorrow, most probs. =)

i suppose yesterday was a day well-lived, and that's good, but what matters is i try to live every day well. i will make the most of every day, seize chances and all that jazz. mr keatings would have approved. GATHER YE ROSE BUDS WHILE YE MAY. CARPE DIEM.

happiness, is a warm gun. bang bang shoot shoot.

i am on a beatles fever.

CHRISTMAS TIME IS HERE AGAIN.

edit:

i think i will miss listening to the beatles non-stop the whole night, drinking latte, thinking about things in such a way, where things become rational, yet still attached to my emotions, just that i don't get confused and frustrated how things never seem to work out my way. letting go of all of the previous expectations and clearing my mind of emotional distractions is a breath of fresh air. a rose is a rose is a rose. everything is crystal clear, like the summer skies of the UK i miss so dearly, cloudless and so blue; things that screwed up, things that used to make me beat myself up aren't thorns in my flesh anymore, they are just roses with thorns on stems intact, pricks me a bit to think about it, but just not hard enough to draw blood, because i gain something in return - the experience.

well, i suppose thinking rationally helps me to look at things in a brighter light, and be optimistic and happy about all of the things to come, contributes majorly to trying to make the most of every day. of course emotions play a huge part, just don't let momentary setbacks get you down. keep trying, never give up and be optimistic. my four goals since sec 2: courage.strength.will.drive. should have a new addition - optimism. make it two - passion.

i believe being optimistic helps one to be Happy (haha, common sense, i know), and passion too. passion is another thing altogether. it drives you to do things you never dreamt you could ever do. i know i never even thought of being vice chair of robotics. i know i never even thought of being vice chair of 301'06. i know i never even thought of being in house comm. but that was all back in sec 2, where i didn't know what i wanted, what i lived for. and somehow, along the way, in sec 3, i knew what i wanted, for my class, for my cca, for my house, and decided go all out for all three. "only passions - great passions - can elevate the soul to great things." i wouldn't say i did great things, but i had this strange drive to do my best for all three. and despite the mistakes, it was all worthwhile. it made me happier than i have ever been in my previous two years. the sense of accomplishment is sweet, like the sound of the bat hitting the ball. sweet spot, dude. passion can change how you do things, ie you put your heart into it, because you care about it, you need to do it, you have a cause for it. doing things you like, you have a passion for, is the pursuit of happiness that hayden was talking about in his article, i believe. happiness is then qualified as an activity (as in the article, said by aristotle), where things are done. picture this: you pursue your every passion, if circumstances allow, undertaking everything with nothing but your best, isn't that a good life worth being happy about?  

happiness, is a warm gun. bang bang shoot shoot.

critics say that the lyrics of that song by the beatles had druggie references, but anyway. i like the song. ;D

will write more, tomorrow. math is killing my brain, big time.

<3 you, world and neighbourhood.