What is Candlelight theory? I was lighting up some lanterns few weeks back, in our front yard. It was a serene full moon night. With a cloudless sky and dark silent atmosphere. There were minimal winds, perfect for some lanterns with burning candles. I lit up one candle and fixed it on the floor beside me and used it to light up all the other candles, around 40 in total. One by one they started to bring more and more light to the initially dark front yard of ours. Everyone loved it. And the first candle which I used to lit up all the other candle was still burning, with the same brightness, as it started. And this simple analogy is the candlelight theory. Candlelight theory is some ancient wisdom, that I picked up from a 1000-year-old book. In simple words it explains how good deeds or intensions can be spread around the world, just like the bad ones. As you can see, the initial candle I used to spread the light, did not lose anything by lighting up some other candle. Not one, not two, even after forty candles, the light it produced did not dimmed out. Similarly, when kindness, empathy or good intension, that you give to others would never will exhaust you. It will only spread the light through dark spaces of the world where you cannot reach. Like a ripple travels afar from it's origin. A Living candle. Life is like a candle. You were born, with the light of the others, a father, a mother, with a bit of kindness and empathy perhaps. Against the constant wind that tries to put way the light you create, you burn your wax called years, into creating light, for yourself and others. Perhaps by lighting some other candles. And one day the wax would end, and the light you created will cease to exist. But, the light you helped to create will carry on, until the wind is strong enough to blow them all. But beyond your short existence on this earth, you have no power, responsibility or influence of what happens. I am not sure to be happy or sad about this notion of life. A burning Candle. I find it fascinating when I do think about life as a "Living for others affair". There is a constant battle inside a person, with the selfish reason. But, the inevitable burnout of the candle wax reminds me, the selfish reason, of making a brilliant light while it lasts is not the best possible way of living. Instead, the guilt of the selfish reason is only overcome by lighting some other candles. So, what is your experience with candles, other than occasionally burning fingers and tampering with hot wax?

I was reading a book called cosmology of the curious. Which discusses some fascinating facts about our own existence in a larger lens. Literally hundreds of mega scale telescopes looking at the sky day and night listening to the cosmos, has brought us some inevitable conclusions about our own universe. If you feel like you do not have energy to get up from your couch and move some of the stuff in your room or from your bed for it to look better, I will say think again. As, I just found out that there need to be only 10^-26kg/m^3 density for the universe to collapse on its own. That means if the universe has 6 protons per square meter, its fate is sealed into a gigantic collapse in the far away future. We are just lucky to have so much density around us, while most of the universe is empty space. But I am not here to discuss about the shape of the universe according to its density parameters. I am just wondering what does even matter. As, I do not and will not live in such a vast space and such a vast time scale. I have a little universe to worry about. Galaxy Little Universe. The little universe I am living is just here. In this empty room with one another unknown person I am sharing it. This notepad, I am typing some words. The book that I have in front of me halfway read, for reference, and a Cup of water, to cool me down. I share the room with a bothering fly which has a liking to the smell of my skin. To be honest beyond few hundred yards, I cannot see or feel anything. My senses are not even sharp enough to hear the vibrations of earth like a seismometer. Someone just asked me whether I believe in astrology. My answer was yes and no. As you understand the answer is yes in the point of view of the big universe. In the big universe everything is interconnected. How far away each and those tiny stars are, there are few photons hit our eyes once in a while which were emitted by them. And mind you, millions of people look at the night sky each and every year, and couple of them change their actions because of stars, which eventually lead to an alternate universe due to the chaos theory in action. So, yes in the big universe everything affects everything. Astrology and happiness in Little Universe But from the point of view of the little universe, astrology has no effect. In this limited portion of subjective reality, weak starlight is just a weak force. The lunch I had just a while ago has a bigger impact on my course of actions than starlight. In this little universe what matters is what I have immediate access to. The quality of my thoughts, the things I can touch feel and taste. Sounds I am hearing now have more meaning to my life than anything outside this scope of influence. Hence, I do not worry about people I do not see, forests I cannot reach or cars that I cannot drive. As I can create a beautiful garden inside my own mind with all the tools available at my disposal in this little universe. I am not sure you get the idea. But, creating happiness in such a little space is very simple, and as rewarding as chasing ambitions and dreams.

I realized yesterday, I am procrastinating on watching Netflix. I have 3 unwatched TV series and many movies to catch up and follow. I am below the level of their posting to watch everything I desire. Not that it is a race, but as life happens, I don't want to miss out on good stuff. That is partly why I keep each and every article of mine to a bare maximum 3-4 minutes. I just want to give a message, or a few seconds of entertainment, if I am writing a story or a poem. So, yesterday, I watched and finished full series, watching eight hours straight. I only had slept few hours, and by the time writing of this I feel like crap. I am a crumbled piece of paper in a waste bin. Pain of existence. I can clearly remember how the yesterday started. I did not feel this low. I was high on my spirits, galloping my way to work like a Shire horse. I know this was a rare high for an ordinary day, but as you can see, the day did not go as planned or at least did not continue to be productive at the same level. Someone reminded me yesterday, that every high is followed by a low, and every low is followed by a high. I really understand this to be true. What is travelling forwards in time is a wave function, not a stationary bullet. If you have looked at the sky lately, you would have seen that the moons tend to shine brighter when they appear after a rain. I am not sure whether it is due to the washing away of the atmospheric dust created by modern automobiles. Or whether it is an illusion of mind. But that appears to be true. Waves Roots of the pain. While sitting in this half empty cold library room, I try to figure out truth about my life, thinking in line of great, wise people who happened to be ancestors of myself. If, there is a high, that I am wishing for in my life, I indirectly agree I am not currently in such a state of right now. As an example, if I am wishing to cease my suffering and death, I agree to the fact that I am salvageable being living in this cosmos. If I say yes to the heaven, I am opening a door to the hell as well. If, I say yes to happiness, I invite sadness into my world. If I embrace success, I do embrace the failure which defines the nature of the success. What should I do now? Not embrace anything? How can I logically overcome the pain of existence by not embracing existence? At the moment, it is just a question more than an answer. I am not eager to solve it either. As, I know, if I try to solve that thing, I will create another problem. Instead, I choose to do some mindful observation of the present.

This is just a list of ways to escape reality. You can choose or not choose whatever your preference may be. And please do not take these as any medical advice for your current problems. On drugs and Booze. This could be the bad way of escaping the reality. You and me can agree that reality can sometimes be too painful, too boring or too irritable. That we need to find a way to stop thoughts. Some, people even get depressed as they find no solution to their problems in current reality. Some proportion ending up drugs and Alcohol. However, the problem with these is that it does not stop problems, but temporarily suppress consciousness to it cannot comprehend anything. You might wake up feeling worse the following day. In my opinion not a good way of escaping reality. Virtual Reality On TV, video games and virtual reality. Getting addicted to screen is also, a way of escaping reality. Whenever we are looking at a screen we forget what our feelings, instead get involved in the virtual reality of the pixels. As, these provide us to be in somewhere we are currently not, again it is highly addictive. You can stay on your couch eating Pizza making your body unhealthy while watching someone travel around the world and living in a jungle. You can do anything to a human body which you cannot do in reality without getting jailed permanently for life, even watch realistic videos of someone killing someone. I am not sure these are perfectly healthy ways of escaping reality. But I would rather watch dolphin videos. Books Blogs Newspapers Art I am a big fan of written material as an escape of reality. Fact that they do not produce noise makes it more fascinating to me. Books contain, journeys people took, their imagination, surely produce different virtual realities, depending on the person who is reading them. You can take your time doing it. And it is silence. More closer to your reality than anything else. You do not have to suppress your consciousness to enjoy a book. But generally they demand you are calm and at peace, as the processor of pictures in this case is your own consciousness, and if it is heated with arguments with your Ex, it might just not work. On work and flow. Work and flow are also ways of escaping reality. You might not feel hunger, when you're stressed at work. You would not remember problems at home. You might get into a flow of feeling mildly drifting in cosmos if you're deeply engaged in creating activity. This could also mean you might enjoy nurturing plants in your backyard vegetable plot, while forgetting you have a diagnosis of cancer, and 6 month death sentence from the oncologist. Is, it a good way of escaping reality? It would be if it doesn't give you problems of kind, that you like to solve, inherently. How not to escape reality If you do not want to escape reality but to embrace it, I suggest you sit on a chair and do nothing of above sort. Just letting the thoughts like drifting clouds. You, might get sleepy. Other than that being mindful is the only way to embrace reality. Simply, it is just being aware of your awareness, noticing its inherent nature of non persistence. Who knows you might understand something about yourself, that you have been looking for all your life.

Why you should be a listener? The world is filled with chaotic noise. Most of the modern problems of Homo Sapiens are due to the fact, they are confused with this messy overflow of information. However, most minds, unless diseased is capable of figuring out the path, navigating through the chaos, when a clam and natural space is provided. I am sure throughout the working day, at least you once feel, overwhelmed and need of someone to talk about it. So, is everyone else. We all love to talk, about ourselves, as it is refreshing and calming. Even if we are not provided with solutions. Imagine 8 billion people speak at once, there would be nobody to listen. Which is happening nowadays, and a root cause for our ever-growing selfishness. So, indeed there is a great vacuum for listeners in current world. Also being a listener will make, you feel that you are indeed, needed by someone else. Listen. Listen more. Listen further more before speaking Listening is not therapy Fundamental difference between therapy and listening is, the latter do not try to provide a diagnosis label, and there is no structured approach. Yet, it is a very powerful way, to help someone who is in need of a companion. In listening, the listener do not try to give a solution. Instead, be non-judgmental, and empathic. Something we all crave for. We all crave for a validation of our feelings, by another human being. We might expect it from our partner, a family member, or even a stranger. And If you become a listener, It will be a great assets to the people who live closest to you. Lot of, unspoken words and feelings which will be unearthed, would provide a fertile soil for more natural solutions. However, there are dangers. Dangers of being a listener. Dangers of listener are twofold. Unless you are an empty bucket with no feelings, you would feel heavy after the listening. Naturally some people are better at being listeners than others. Second consequence being you might be a target, by people with hidden agendas. Unfortunately, these problems cannot be avoided. As, it is utmost important to keep your mental space clean and safe during hearings. If it disturbs your day, to listen to someone else, we can always revert back to our baseline level by listening nothingness of the nature. You might take a walk and listen to natural song of earth, in the local park, which might provide some healing to your soul. Where and how you can become a listener. At home, where your partner may need one. Just try it for a once without reacting. At work, I am sure there are hundreds of co-workers who has to say something. At school, in the park, in Hospital ED or online platform. While you're alone, you can listen to your own voice in head and we call this special case of mindfulness. Remember to be a sponge while you're doing it. So you do absorb everything and give out nothing. If you try to squeeze out your openions, it will prevent the flow of the sound.

I used to know the names of all the eight-thousanders byheart, in order. Not so while ago. And now I realise how peculiar thing it was, when I couldn't find anyone else who is having a favourite mountain. Maybe I am in a wrong forum of life. But, here is about my favourite mountain of them all K2. K2 Why K2 is my favourite mountain. K2 is the second highest mountain in far west corner in Himalays. It is Isolated from the rest of the world, deep within Pakistan Himalays. It has a simple shape from a distance, looking like a gigantic pyramid. But, here is a thing, by volume it easily surpass, 100 man made pyramids. The shape itself provides dangers to the climbers, as it is a difficult climb from bottom to top. Here I have to confess that I am yet to climb any of these giants hence I imagine of the view from the top where no birds can fly and flock. No goats can exist and no helicoptors could land. Even humans survive only for few minutes there, although views are breathtaking due to the fact that the sky is beneath you while you are at the top. It is my favourite mountain, as it is isolated from the rest. Like it has this thing called introverted nature when considering the rest of the lot. I would be dead if I tried to terreck to the basecamp through the Goodwin-Austin glacier. However, If I was there, I wouldn't object to my temptation of climbing it, even if that is the last day of my life on earth. It seems a good way to perish. To be frozen on a cold mountain, to the eternity. I will be freezing and shaking like a fresh fish out of the water, while fingers giving up themselves to frostbite. My mouth will be painfully distorted remembering a cup of coffee and bean soup, which I could have had instead by a warm hearth and a constantly nagging domestic cat. But, at the moment non of these realities exist, unless I can squeeze into fourth diemension and space travel like a pro. A savage Giant. There were some interesting facts of its discovery, as it is second peak of Karakoram range identified and measurred by british Surveyer Thomas George Montgomerie in 1856. For a brief period of time there had been a debate for it being highest mountain of earth, as the surveys done on mountains were purely dependent on traingulation and trigenometry, and bounded with human errors. The mountain rises about 3600 meters from its glacial base, making it one of the highest rock faces on earth. Whenever I look at a mountain, in horizon, I imagine the K2 being there comparatively to amaze myself, knowing that would be three times or four times taller and would occupy half of the sky ! Everything else about K2 I have put on a fact sheet. As silent as the mountain is, as savage as it is about 99 climbers have died so far, and biggest disasters were in 1986 and 2008 claiming 13 and 11 lives respectively. Yet, there would be more mountanieers seeking this adventure yearly although mountain itself, do not ask for to be climbed. K2 Fact Sheet 1. K2 is the second-highest mountain in the world, standing at 8,611 meters (28,251 feet). 2. It is located in the Karakoram Mountain Range on the border between Pakistan and China. 3. K2 is often called "The Savage Mountain" because of its extreme difficulty and dangerous climbing conditions. 4. Unlike Mount Everest, K2 is considered a much more technical climb. 5. The mountain was named K2 during a survey of the Karakoram range. The "K" stands for Karakoram. 6. K2 was first successfully climbed on 31 July 1954 by Italian climbers Achille Compagnoni and Lino Lacedelli. 7. Temperatures near the summit can fall below −60°C in winter. 8. For many years, K2 had one of the highest death rates among the world's tallest mountains. 9. K2 is part of a region that contains some of the largest glaciers outside the polar areas. 10. The mountain is a favorite challenge for elite mountaineers because it combines great height, steep slopes, unpredictable weather, and avalanche risk. Even though K2 is shorter than Everest, many climbers consider it the toughest and most dangerous of the world's 8,000-meter peaks.

Why magical to mindful living? I am not sure some may have wondered why there is "magical" to the mindful living. Mindful living is supposed to be about truth, reality and everything which is not abstract. But whenever I take this minful approach to life more and more I am convinced of the magical part of it. Life is a continous flow of abstract ideas, which have no name, but named after our ancestors. Do not believe me? I have just found the 100th example on the list ( rest of it, I have written all over the blog) which is the story of metaphors. A magical tree https://unsplash.com/@merittthomas Stingrays do not learn how to swim they are magical. Kids are learning how to swim. Backstroke breast stroke butterfly stroke, it seems complex and complicated. How your arms move, how your ankles rotate, how the knees are kept while breathing every two kicks. They learn years, how to swim. This seems not natural. Humans are not built for swimming, but they do with effort and innovation. What humans do with hard work effort and creativity stingrays inherit from birth. Never do they learn how to swim from professional stingray coaches. Neither do horses to gallop, or bees learn waggle dances from cousins. Creative writing masterclass I was reading a book on creative writing, just to find out importance of language features like metaphors similes idioms and puns. How to detect those in a paragraph and appreciate and comment, something often done in any literary class. But the problem I saw in myself was these things all were in retrospect. Nobody says what there is going inside the brain of a writer when he or she is involved in the creative project. I think there is something magical is going on in our brains when we do a creative task. And no book, no guru is able to capture this process other than saying it’s “magical”. Creative writing is not the only place such magic happens. If you’re looking for a solution to a math problem, or even trying to develop a new marketing strategy for your business, little bit of magic happens exactly moment you get a novel idea. What are the elements of magic So for ease of understanding I list out possible reasons for this magic, which I will exapand in future. They may not be appealing to you. As long as you provide these ideas into your brain and stirs it up like an alchemist, magic would do the rest. A good rest, calm mind, silence. Good observation, alertness and awareness on thoughts Believing in magic and be receptive to it Apply regular randomness to routine tasks Hard work is tiring but magical work is tireless.

"A washing machine has never made any women Happy." Have you ever wondered why you hate sunday afternoons, where you always have to come back home for monday? Maybe you live alone, or you take care of the house. Then one essential origin of this uneasiness comes from the pile of dirty laundary overflowing baskets. Generally on sundays. And you would dream to see the bottom of it -Sky2035 , as it seem it never ends. And it reminds me of Francosie Sagan, the french screenplaywriter and Novelist, who among other things did struggle to find her perfect washing machine among many sports cars. Happy Operator I used to do my own laundary. Now I don't. When I come home with an enourmous pile of used cloths, and keep in a corner, I do not think what happens to it. Somehow, by monday, it magically appears in wardrobe, with a fresh smell and nice comfortable texture again. This happens over and over. And I am guilty of not being part of this process. Call me feminist if you like, having read the quote by Sagan, I know I must have done something wrong. Even if I do use that time for a 10000 times productive thing can I rationalise my act? Era of no washing machines There was a time we didn't have washing machines. I can remember walking to a far away well, with all our laundry. It was like a ritual, as there was no tap water at home. First it was cold water bath for the kids. And we went to the fields and the stream to see crabs, catch some fish in a jam Jar. Or sit in the morning timid sunlight, just to warm our bodies, like a couple of warm blooded lizards. It was fun, except for the utterly cold first bucket of water on the head, that we had to endure, to have a bath. But, I wagely remember my mother not being part of our fun. She was by the well whole time, for an hour or half more washing cloths by her hand, with a piece of solid soap. Bending over a rock. I hardly remember me giving her a helping hand. Was I not been kind, and empathic? However there was a time I did do my laundary. That was when I was alone. By my self in afternoons I would do it without a washing machine. Hardly a thing enjoyable. I couldn't think anything else other than when it will be over and dreaming the bottom of it. A slight feeling of accomplishment, and cleanliness might be there at the end of it. I think it is time I shoud change the attitude towards washing machines. They are essential component in my house, once installed I barely notice them. Rarely I involved with its function unless it was broken. But, What can I do to make it a happiness machine? Until I find some magical washing machine which makes lime juice while washing clothes, I will just stick to operate them from time to time myself. Atleast the unhappiness it provides would be equally shared with. Francosia Sagan Francosia Sagan was a French writer known for her stylish, emotionally sharp novels about love, freedom, and the emptiness beneath glamorous lives. She became famous at just 18 after publishing , a novel that shocked many readers with its mature themes and cool, detached tone. She was reckless, fast-paced personality: in 1957, while driving her sports car at very high speed, Sagan suffered a near-fatal crash that left her in a coma for days. After recovering, she openly wrote about the strange emotional effects of the painkillers she received, adding even more to her image as a rebellious and unconventional literary figure. Her works and life together made her a symbol of youthful freedom, sophistication, and quiet sadness in postwar French culture.

Disclaimer: explicit content in a literary perspective ahead. Surface tension - Essay There are many things, which happen in the universe, other than you. Yes, you! the selfish egoic humble proud subjective isolated consciousness which is reading this now (you are allowed to add or subtract adjectives as much as necessary, but what matters is the core, the bare consciousness stripped out of adjectives). How about surface tension? This little force which is negligible when compared with the human scale that we try to measure things, is one of the core reasons, life exist. Including animals, plants and gigantic Armadillos of east Andes. In 7th grade you may have learned about how surface tension works, to keep a water droplet in a round shape, and soap bubbles to become spherical. There are thousands more examples where surface tension works. If you have forgotten middle grade science on your way to PHD, following is a handy list. Poem on Surface tension Due to surface tension Insects can walk on water Small objects like needles can float on water Water rises through plant stems (capillary action) Meniscus forms in containers and test tubes Raindrops stay together Lung alveoli are affected by surface tension Ink flows through fountain pens and markers Formation of foam and froth Water can move through tiny pores in soil and paper towels Coitus I was discussing the act of coitus with one of the friends of mine, in thorough detail as it happened. And having a degree related to biology, the aftermath of this lustful human act was replaying in my mind in a remarkable detail. I couldn't ignore the fact that I am imagining gigantic human sperms swimming in a sea of seminal fluid enriched by fructose and salt, in a confounded space of fornix of a vagina (top part of a female reproductive tract). Now, that is all what a man can achieve, except the little bit of euphoria having succeeded doing that, his role is over. While anticlimax is wearing him down, the sperm, with half of genetic material required to clone life, would struggle to reach the ovum to unite with other half, unless they have the help of the negligible force of surface tension secretly guiding them towards its target ahead of their swim. (for your reference I have calculated how much it has to travel in human scale, which is 60-80km in distance, by foot, you can see the reference to the calculation at the foot notes) Surface tension as a reason for existence. When we refer to the above list, we can see coitus is not the only action, that our existence also depends on surface tension. Plants exist due to capillary action, our lungs, do not collapse due to surface tension, and every cubic millimeter of our body, depends on surface tension for transport of essential nutrients. The fascinating fact is not the science itself. It is about how we can translate this information to tangible human form in everyday life, if just we remembered at right time. So, what is the right time to remember Surface tension? Scenario 1. - When things go wrong blame surface tension. When your boss blames you for no reason, you can ventilate your anger on the surface tension which worked extra after an episode of coitus which happened approximately nine months before his/her birthday, this way you are not targeting some human but interconnectedness of nature. Same is the reason for stupid oil price hike and market collapse happening each and every time President DJT opens his mouth in front of a microphone. Scenario 2. - When things go right praise surface tension. When you are elated, and successful and triumph after hitting a milestone in any aspect of life, you can be grateful to surface tension for doing that. That tiny little force, which makes things move in microscopic distances made it all possible for you to have a consciousness of your own and all the people around you who share love and happiness with you. It is not a crazy thing to do; it is a rational thing to do :) Armadillo So, what would you blame or praise surface tension for? -end Surface tension essay- Foot Note on calculations. A human sperm cell is about 50 micrometers long (0.05 mm), making it extremely small and invisible to the naked eye. However, to reach the ovum, it must travel a much longer distance through the female reproductive tract, typically around 15–20 cm. When compared directly, the sperm travels a distance roughly 3,000 times its own length. To understand this in human-scale terms, if a sperm were enlarged to the size of a 2-meter-tall person, its journey would be equivalent to traveling about 60–80 kilometers. This shows how remarkably large and challenging the journey is relative to the sperm’s tiny size.

I was reading the book by above name written by Rosmery Friedman. More likely assembled by him as all the quotes were produced by who came before him. Many writers in the world have contributed to the book. If you do not know, being a writer is hard at times, when nothing seems to come into the blank mind occasionally. Some call this a writer's Block. Some do believe in such phenomena, and some do not, as for the ones who do not believe in this, writer's block, I assume they don't because they have a writer's commonplace book and a good pair of eyes. What is a writer's commonplace book? This is a book, a writer carries with him/her all the time, so, whenever idea occurs, a quote is found from a book written by others, or a new intuition arises in mind while looking at buffaloes grazing in the fields, he/she can write them down. Not, as paragraphs, but as notes and quotes to self, with minimal words. Even one such interesting ideas can turn into a poem, an essay or even a novel. If you do not believe me, ask from Jack London. After writing his famous "Call of the wild" he had just a spark of idea to write an Opposite novel. In 1906, 3 years after the initial publication he published his second book "White fang" which was even more embraced by readers than the former. The core idea of white fang was just "A wolf adjusting to a civilized society" Commonplace book Commonplace book is not a diary. Diary is a place where we keep records of our observations. But fundamentally commonplace book is not a diary, although it can contain observations. Majority of these observations are just thoughts (& judgements) which arise in the mind. The reason to keep a commonplace book is evident. Our short-term memory averagely can remember only 6-9 things at a time. Even if you get the most brilliant idea than Einstein himself during lunch, you will forget this when you are into desserts. And commonplace book will solve this problem. There can be alternatives, including, recorded messages on your phone, or a dictator phone, or even a note app on the phone itself. Yet, I would highly recommend a notebook and a pencil, as it won't distract you with thousand notifications. Example entries. Having introduced you to the commonplace book here I will give some example entries from the above book. Hilariously enough I found TV as a commonly occurring theme among some writers, and these are some quotes of them. --EXTRACT-- Television is a fantasy which destroys everything. MALCOLM MUGGERIDGE Television has made us extraordinarily well informed on subjects we know nothing about. MICHAEL HOLROYD The 'television Personality' who possesses no skill other than a quick wit and a certain ease of manner in public, is a modern phenomenon which has never existed before. ANTHONY STORR TV plunges people into noisy Isolation. FRANCOISE SAGAN Film and TV purvey life to those who do not live it. SOURCE UNKNOWN I felt passionately about not wanting my children watching TV because it was vulgar, stupid and debasing. AUBERON WAUGH --END-- Ha ha, I really wonder what these writers would have said, if they encountered 10 second Tick Tock and YouTube shorts of gen Z..

It suddenly occurred to me that the rat race I am immersed in do not necessarily have to be a greedy selfish affair between me and the world, for me to become wealthy. Of course that is the traditional point of view, and that is why the getting rich game is labelled as a rat race. However, the second definition of being wealthy is equally rewarding and satisfying. A definition of being wealthy. A definition of Wealthy In this definition, being wealthy is never about the amount of money you earn or spend. It is like water in a cup. But it is never about amount of water in the cup. It is about the "Status" about the cup being, full, empty or half empty. Imagine every one of us carrying a cup with us. And by trying to be rich we toil with others on trying to get it full. We beg, we confront, we clash, we cry, we triumph. And I can imagine 100 people in a room with half empty cups trying to get water from each other's pot (we call this fundamental problem of economics or optimal distribution of scarce resources, like money). And I call this room the scheme of capitalism at work. In this game the guy with the biggest cup with highest amount of water wins. It seems something is twisted about the game and there is evil spirit behind numbers. Consider a scenario, having the full cup is the end game. And there is option to trade cups. Instead of finding water, we can trade a cup and easily achieve status of being full. In fact, you will see when you have only a 100ml cup and your previous cup had 200 ml water you can easily donate 100 to others who are thirsty and dying. (You can call this true Philanthropy) A Dream of future. It is time we had a better system than capitalism. It had worked well and done miracles in advancement of technology and human knowledge. However, in the heart of it, the evil spirit of desire to be rich is there. It promotes things which are valuable, not necessarily ethical or good in long term. Better would be a system which is governed by the principles of generosity, contentment and co-operation on global scale. We will find more happy people in such a world than we find in traditional capitalism. As global connectivity is faster than ever, it is high time we explore such endeavors. This seems a good moral ambition to chance, however, you can just be happy chasing ducks in the park, if you trade a smaller cup than moral ambition or success. Take home message -> You can be happy, either chasing more and achieving it physically, or morally. Or you can be content like Jim Carrey

A Wednesday morning. A delightful, casual, clean day of the week. As the sun rises, common populace wonder out from their hideouts to overcrowd the streets. Groups of children dressed in white following steps of their parents and teachers to the school. And teachers distinctively dressed to contrast themselves from students walk at a slower stern pace with straight necks. Streets full of vehicles of middle class debt owners, creating traffic jams at cross roads. Lawyers crossing the road dressed in white shirts, and black overcoats, resembling the truth that they try to reveal or conceal on the witness stand. Hospitals, shops, factories of cooperates attracting crowds like gigantic magnets in junkyards, imitating beehives or anthills. Crowded district Through this mass mess you travel towards your workplace and wonder what's all with this. It feels like a whimsical dream. Where and why all of these crowds move? Deluded by stories made by their ancestors and peers. They wear trousers shirts and belts, golden glistening ornaments that appreciated by others who belongs to same clan. Without a clue to why and how and what is their purpose. Isn't this another cycle of growth and prosperity of baptized penguins? You wonder into the deep chasms of philosophical argument of Anatolie Frances novel "Penguin Island", while experiencing the clothed cultured flock of penguins first hand. Story of a freedom Nut The car you're driving speeds in suburbs 40km per hour. Just like the growth of the society, riding the exponential curve. Yet you realize you're just a nut, plain, metal, dirty nut, inside the engine, holding one piece of metal glued to the frame. Nut has nothing to do with the movement, yet nuts together with other pieces makes movement possible. A nut is not independent, although it can dream about freedom, and write about it. Yet if a nut wishes to be free, there is no choice but to step out of the car, which will halt any movement or progression. As far as other nuts concerned from that point onwards, a freedom nut would cease to exist. He will be replaced by a similar nut. And nobody would stop to be with the nut who decided to step out of the car. You imagine yourself deserted by the moving car by the road side. Getting rusty by the weather and falling into eternal boringness of the still universe. Not wanting happiness You feel like the solo nut who chose to stay still. Once you chose to stay and watch, you see the illusion of movement and its absurdity. You label it as "Not wanting Happiness". It is like you have got ridden of the parasite of success within you forever. Wanting movement and reaching destinations had been the way of your problem solving for ages. "Not feeling wants" is your new definition of life. Who cares about the pile of files on your desk today, that you have to archive. Who cares about dirty laundry you have to do today after work. Who cares about hunger or thirst or you'd die by the road in five days. Even if you do, during those five day you'd still be free of wanting. There would be no wanting or not wanting to make a living, be happy, or be a legend. Pure existence in its natural form, without a will to carry on it will cease to exist like decayed lost nut.