Everybody is perpetually striving towards the utopia that we so crave and desire. The one state in our life where all our desires are satiated. But when we attain that, won't life be meaningless? With no goals and ambitions in life any further, won't we gradually melt down, and utopia once again becomes a distant hope.

Life is unfathomable. No matter how much I think about it, or analyze it, I can't seem to come out with a universal equation to breezing through life. Off hand, so many philosophies pop to my head. To avoid a over-lengthy post, i'll avoid regurgitating them here. Instead, i'll just like to narrow down my thoughts towards one area, which I am sure many people are aggrieved about.

Supposedly, the more effort you put in, the greater the returns you would reap. But what if sometimes, it is just beyond your control? When everything seems to rest upon the flip of a coin, questions are left unanswered. What you instead is left with, is the rampaging juggernaut of permutations in your head.

What will we make of life then? Will we able to accept it, and quell any rebellious thoughts and move on? Or will we seize fate into our own hands, and attempt to change the course of time? It's repulsively intriguing, how attached I am to the idea of skepticism and cynicism.

Well. Regardless, I have long given up on the philosophies that so many people cling on to for dear life. On the flip side, it actually irritates me when someone rants on about how applicable a particular philosophy is. What many do not realize instead is that, many things are a delusion that we coat ourselves with.

Not going to go any further, but its only 4 more days to the end of the week! Which can mean it could go both ways.