Early morning rant... just another blog post...

I'm trying to get a blog-ball rolling here. If that means posting when I don't want to, well so be it.

A couple of weeks ago, I was at a gathering of a bunch of students. These are the moments that make me feel like college is what is should be. Sometimes I wish that my days would be like a movie, with all the monotonous boring crap cut out. There is a lot of time in between the moments that are actually worth putting in the final cut. So much time in between. Anyway, I deter.

Well at this gathering, many people gave talks and presentations and such. One person in particular, Amad*, gave well, for the lack of a better description, a motivational talk on living day to day life. He said many catchy things such as "Ask yourself everyday, did you live an Oscar worthy day today" (That is where the previous paragraph probably stemmed from) and " Don't wait for opportunity, make yourself an opportunity", or something along the lines of that. It was indeed quite interesting.

Last week, I also found myself spending Wednesday evening at a free screening of 'Flow', which is a movie about a very serious issue pertaining to water and how we are getting royally screwed over by huge ass companies who think that if they have enough money, the world will not blow up. It was a hellova contemplative night. Watch the documentary for free HERE.

A few nights ago, I decided to watch a movie that I hadn't seen in a while. It's called 'Instinct' and it has a bunch of cool actors in it but its apparently unheard of amongst my friends. Its about a very very very complex subject of whether or not we as a human race would have been better off without the creation of the civilized world. It explores the mind of a man living in the wild, or rather, a man living as part of the wild. Yes, it was a thinker. And the acting helped. Watch it. Please.

And in between all of that, I came across a song by Cat Stevens, called 'Father and Son'. The song is in the form of a conversation between an old man and his son. The man keeps telling his son that he needs to calm down and take it easy, that he is young and there is a lot that he has to learn, but the son is stubborn and won't listen. He is in a hurry to grow up and to launch himself into a worldly adventure away from a society that is suffocating him.

Ive also spent last night watching TED talks, after quite a while. It was exactly what my mind needed after getting fucked over and over and over again by all of the aforementioned. The most interesting talk of the night was by THIS GUY, who also happens to be an artist. It turns out that artist are generally interesting people by nature. Think of it this way, wouldn't it be awesome have a conversation over tea with a photographer, who has traveled to three different war-zones and captured photographs that have been on the cover of TIME magazine? Artists transcend their stories into a language that us mango people can appreciate, and at the end of the day, isn't it about just that? Our lives are a collection of stories that include other living entities, and when our time is up on earth, that's all we will have. Memories and stories. Oh yea, THIS GUY could give you a couple of hints on how to be happy. It was a bit too much food for thought, and I'm stuffed. I wonder what would happen if I started today, and began walking down to California. I wonder.

I have to stay here in Toronto a little while longer. Its my big cage, and even though there are corners left to explore, I am stuck in one. It's called UofT St. George. I think I'm being disciplined for something. I don't know what though, atleast not yet. There are moments when I do learn a thing or two. But then there are those monotonous moments in between. Long long moments in between. Sometimes all I can do is wait from one enlightening moment to another, and I forget to go through the boring bits in between. It's only then that I realize that without the TV timeouts and the potty-breaks, the entire movie collapses. What a drag.

I guess there are a lot of things that we can fill those in-between moments with. An interesting book. A spontaneous subway ride to nowhere. Maybe a really good blog post. Something that would revive you every three seconds. That's how long a moment is. Three seconds. Live your life as if the next three seconds are the most important three seconds of your entire life. The next three seconds are the last three seconds of the ball game, you are down by one and the ball is in your court. You take the shot and make it. Those were a great three seconds. Now you have to top it in the next three. Now that's an intense life. That's the kind of life I want.

For now, I shall wait on my daily dose of mindfuckedness and blog-worthy update. I shall see you soon, my beloved three readers.