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      <title>Mirror</title>
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      <description>A poem staring into the mirror of life: the younger self, the mask worn now, and the one strand still worth clutching at: love.</description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I stand alone, staring into the mirror of life<br>
I see many faces, stricken by strife.<br>
And I wonder, isn’t life nothing more than a reflection?<br>
A rumination; nothing short of a revelation?</p>
<p>The past flashes before my very eyes,<br>
Sometimes hard, sometimes nice.<br>
I see myself standing in a crowd<br>
I want to shout; to cry out aloud.</p>
<p>I want to reach out; to warn the younger me,<br>
To implore him not to grow up into “me”<br>
I cling to the edges, clutching at thin air,<br>
Watching him curse life for being unfair.</p>
<p>I watch him fall over and over in obvious pain<br>
Only to wonder whether there was anything to gain.<br>
I look at the mud clinging to his face<br>
And I marvel at the innocence and grace.</p>
<p>Somewhere along the line I had lost it all,<br>
The smile and the laughter; big and small.<br>
I had turned into the mask I see before me now;<br>
Deprived of joy, bereft of love.</p>
<p>The mirror is nothing but a beacon of life,<br>
The glass shows nothing but a profusion of strife.<br>
Amidst the ruins, I see myself bow,<br>
Clutching at that beautiful strand of life called LOVE!</p>
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      <title>Conundrums</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2017 13:32:34 +0200</pubDate>
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      <description>A one-line conundrum: always too old to shirk your responsibilities, and too young to do the things you yearn for.</description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are always too old to shirk your responsibilities and too young to do the things you yearn for!!</p>
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      <title>A random thought on thoughts</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2017 17:24:50 +0200</pubDate>
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      <description>A contemplative piece on the struggle between thought and typing speed, and the promise of voice tech.</description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the hardest thing to do of all.<br>
The waiting. The languishing. The pausing.</p>
<p>Isn&rsquo;t it time for voice responsive technology to take over the world by storm?<br>
Shouldn&rsquo;t we be talking to our computer by now to tell it what to do?</p>
<p>Thinking something. Typing it out.<br>
The incessant drum of keys. The constant rumble of thoughts being pounded in by the necessarily debilitating slowness of my fingers.<br>
Are forty words per minute sufficient to curb the inflow of thoughts? Definitely not. What about fifty? What about a hundred?</p>
<p>Are they enough to filter out the rubbish? Probably so.<br>
But are they enough to seriously hinder the thoughts? Arguably so.<br>
What is the way out to this seemingly impossible problem?</p>
<p>Put all my effort into being good at typing just so that I can put all my thoughts into words? Absolutely not.<br>
Pause thinking occasionally so that I can type all my thoughts? Definitely not, as stemming the tide is just a hindrance to the flow.<br>
Somewhere in between? That is, think slow enough and type fast enough?</p>
<p>Is that what I am doing right now? 😉</p>
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      <title>Superiority Complex</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2015 12:42:28 +0200</pubDate>
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      <description>Why do we feel the need to prove that we are better than everyone else? A short piece on superiority, humility and living fully.</description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Superiority.<br>
Human Superiority.<br>
Individual Superiority.</p>
<p>Why do we feel the need to prove that we are better? Why is there an urge in every one of us to show the world that we know something about everything? Why do we live every day trying to display our superiority in every walk of life?</p>
<p>I am sure we all remember (and try to forget) that one time when we foolishly tried to show off to a far superior expert and got our asses kicked royally. It has happened to me many a time. Yet, I find myself succumbing to the urge to float my idiocy in this ocean of aristocratic crap that is the world.</p>
<p>Instead, we should strive to be humble, yearn to be invisible, struggle to be in the shadows.</p>
<p>Only then will we truly live life to the fullest.</p>
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      <title>The Futility That Is Life</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2015 13:50:46 +0200</pubDate>
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      <description>We spend our lives looking for answers. What happens when we run out of questions? A short reflection on futility and hope.</description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Isn’t the futility of life glaringly obvious when we look back on our own small set of adventures on this planet that has paved way for many of man’s mistakes? Do we not spend our whole lives looking for answers because we think that the next answer would change something, make our lives a little less miserable?</p>
<p>But isn’t it also obvious that the truth is that we know that when we run out of questions, we run out of not only answers, but also hope? And isn’t hope the reason why most of us are alive right now?</p>
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