The Sport We Call Life


A sport is that which has a competitive nature to it. Strategy, intelligence, resilience, are all required to win. Your body is a field, your emotions are players, your mind is the referee, and society is an external condition affecting the game.

High intensity competitions are constant among your emotions. Sometimes they fight with your mind, just as players fight with the referee. A couple of times, players damage the field or stadium they are competing in, just how your emotions damage you. When dark grey clouds express their thunderous clap, it is not possible to play outdoor sports. Similarly, people’s words have the ability to influence the arrival of the cloud of dejection. This cloud hovers over your emotions and ultimately, makes you feel a little under the weather. Storms always sink careless ships.

One of the most important things you should learn in life is the art of tenacity. It is the only thing that pushes people forward. A tenacious mind must also be a sound one, not ruthless. Pushing forward without a game plan won’t make you a needle mover. What is the use of flying high? You need to reach somewhere don’t you? Plan your life like you would if you were on a football field. Pass the ball to the right emotions, and let them score a goal. Set sail by blowing away your cloud of dejection with the winds of inspiration.

Don’t let your emotions fight with the referee. When they do, it’s time for a red card. Always stay resilient, and always remember, storms may come and storms may go, but you go on forever.

Man’s Natural Enemy

The top of the food chain is man’s territory and has been so for thousands of years. At the top, it’s only natural to look down. Sadly, every person loves to infatuate themselves with a false fact that they are at the top and no one else is. If being at the top of the food chain is the only accomplishment of a man, it is fair to say that he has not done anything at all in his life for it is natural selection that has put him in the positon he is in. When modern man says he is at the top of the food chain, it is a fraudulent claim, for it is the status of man’s forefathers that has been stolen, never earned.

Would anyone prefer to come into this world with automatic privilege or would they want to earn that privilege? Devastatingly enough, people prefer to be born that way. Hard work has left the human body like how water transpires from plants. Birth privilege is what is wished for, and if never destined with it, man calls it misfortune. What has the world come to? Hard work is what puts the extra in the ordinary, not the skill which you were gifted with. Evolving your birth skill, or using your liberty for good, is what puts the extra in the ordinary.

Man’s natural enemy is nobody but himself. The homosapien’s once brilliant mind is now filled with foolish desires which have devolved it into a brain. A once simple man with the power of reasoning has been reduced to a complex man with a brain without the power to deduce. Social powers mould people through greed, outer appearance, strength, colour, so much that it is forgotten that we all bleed the same, sweat the same, and cry the same.

Man is born with privilege only because of an abstract being called society. This horrendous fiend will haunt man for the rest of his life and spares none. A truly happy man is he who realises that he is responsible for its birth and blocks himself from it. Prioritise killing the devil, rather than feeding it with your ego.  

You are never given happiness, you earn it, and you only do so if you realise that there is no boundary to your space of improvement. Let your ego fall into the depths of darkness, but don’t fall with it. Always use your mind, not your brain, for that may be the true natural enemy of mankind.

The Abstractness of Evolution

When someone says they have evolved, they really only mean that they have changed. The word ‘evolution’ might just be the evolved form of the word ‘change’.

Super villains love using the term ‘evolve’ when they develop delusion of grandeur and start to infatuate themselves through a belief that they are invincible. The concept of evolution revolves around the fact that someone or something becomes positively ‘better’, or ‘superior’. Keeping that in mind, what is so good about a villain who is ‘evolved’. There is no positivity behind a statement such as that. This, is when I prefer to use the term ‘Reconstruction’. It is the change brought about in the life of a person, which is considered normal. Positive or negative, it is beautiful nonetheless.

Reconstruction happens to everyone every day, and probably every hour. It is initiated by a base, an emotion, mostly regret in my opinion. Vowing to never do something, never behave in a certain way, or to start behaving in a certain way, is the start of your transformation. The process always starts with instability, which determines the fate of that change you want to implement. Days pass by, you haven’t taken that tasty little treat in the fridge. Suddenly you feel the demanding rumble of your stomach. You break your vow to never eat sweets, all of a sudden, you are back to square one. The taste was so good. Your tongue, elated by the flavour, tells you to never make a vow to not eat sweets again.

At the end of a long, dark, run, villains almost always seize to be evil. Has their evolution betrayed them? Or is it now that they have actually evolved. Complicated if it you think of it in that way. When someone starts to reconstruct their personality, they have to start with a base. If that base is negative emotions, you ultimately become a bad person. When you somehow realise what you are doing is unhealthy, you start from the very beginning once again.

At the end of the day, you can always make amends, you can always change, but you may even revert back to your old self. It is your motive which decides whether you evolve, or devolve, but what is certain, is that you succumb to the truth, called change.

Vision – The False Truth

Majority are captivated by a few simple, yet meaningless atrocities they call philosophy. Once an individual is captured by a certain school of thought, euphoria, man’s nightmare, convinces him that he is invincible. It is easy to swallow philosophy, but not the truth, for it is a bitter pill. The only true philosophy this world can naturally offer, is the art of survival.

This natural survival instinct pushes man into different ideologies so he can escape into a world of bliss through ignorance, ignorance towards things that matter.

One particular man, named Benny believed that seeing is the only way you can believe in something. He spread his philosophy wherever he travelled, and people started to spread his ideologies further.  On one such journey of his, he ended up in a small town and decided to stay there for the day as he was exhausted. It was dawn by the time he had arrived at that peaceful town. There was nobody in sight. He realised all of the townsmen were crossing the river and decided to follow them and saw that the people were burying bread and fresh fruits on the other side of the river, a few feet from a forest. He asked one elderly woman what was going on. She told him that they bury food every day at dawn on the other side of the river to feed 2 blue leopards. She further told him that they were the guardians of the town and protect them from evil. These leopards eat bread and fruits? A sarcastic smirk appeared on Benny’s face. He asked the lady, are they siblings? She said yes, a brother and a sister. Benny further questioned the lady on the features of the leopards and finally asked her, if she saw the creatures with her own eyes. She responded by saying, no one in the town can see the two as they were divine creatures and only show themselves when they are truly needed. Benny was amused and thought to himself that this town would be the best place to spread his philosophy. He decided to preach first thing in the morning.

Benny paid a lodge for the night. It was midnight, he wasn’t able to find sleep, so he decided to go outside for a stroll. It was then when he heard the calm, soothing voice of the river, and wanted to sit beside it and listen to it. When the river was in sight, he noticed something. He ran towards the river as if he were being summoned. There, he witnessed something he had never dreamed of. Two crimson blue leopards digging the soft soil. His eyes stared at their bright blue coat. They majestically ate the town offering and ran back into the forest. He jumped into the river and swam frantically to the other side. He searched and searched but could not find them, nor see footprints or any sign of them. He searched the whole night, but found nothing. He went back to the heart of the town, muddy and drenched. The elderly woman asked him what had happened. Benny explained to her what had happened last night. She smiled and just walked away. He was sure that he had seen those beautiful creatures, but the people of the town never did, but still believed in their existence. The towns people believe in a truth they have never seen. Benny then thought, truth does not necessarily mean that someone has to experience it with their five senses, they just have to believe.

No philosophy is wrong, and no philosophy is right. Philosophy is tangible and non-tangible at the same time. Perception is what brings the bias towards believing in an ideology. Always remember, what you don’t see, is not what is false, and what you see, is not what is true. The actions you take when you believe in something, is the truth.

Man – The Friendly Beast


If you ask a child what a beast is, he most certainly will describe a grotesque, horrifying looking creature who haunts his dreams. When you ask a grown man what a beast is, he will point at wanted criminals and psychopaths. A woman may call her husband a beast, a student may call his teacher a beast, an employee may call his boss a beast. What is the similarity between all these interpretations? All of them revolve around the perception of hatred and fear.

Man is capable of creating unimaginable terror. War, a concept created by man in hope to reach peace. What an oxymoron I say. Thinking back to how wars have started leads me to only think, isn’t a man in his raw self a beast? They say we evolved from savage wild Neanderthals but when you ask people what a beast is they don’t point at themselves? The only thing evolved is greed with a pinch of intelligence seasoned with selfishness. Use your intelligence to save the world? Yes, but through wicked means of backstabbing and betrayal which blossoms from lack of trust and suspicion.

Tigers, lions, predators at the top of the food chain are tamed and stripped of their natural, beautiful, beastly self to be reduced to entertainment. The one who tames a Beast has to be one as well. Why is the beastly nature of these predators beautiful? They only embrace the monster when hunger reached out for their neck, when the outside tries to take their life away.

 It is not a bad thing that humans have a beast inside them, but the decision of nurturing it, is wrong. You must learn to tame it. Nurturing your beast only leads to the birth of unhealthy thoughts which later personify into disturbing actions.

If you ask me what a man is, I’d describe him as nothing but a beast. He has rage, selfishness and hatred all bottled up inside of him, and is always ready to explode, as he consistently expects the worst. I say man is a beast, but it is your choice to make him a friendly one. Man always signs a contract with horned emotions by default, but it’s a choice to break it, and create a new contract with love and self-control. Shave the hair off of your inner beast, that’s when you begin to embrace, the real friendly monster.


The End of My World

Life is exactly like a dictionary, except, instead of words with their meaning, you have clusters of paths with their own meaning. Many words are different, but have the same meaning, just like the paths of life, different, but leading to the same place. So why do you have to worry about which path you choose? Though a few words are interchangeable, their connotations are not. In the same way, the paths of life, though leading to the same destination, are different.

Rocky roads, do you stick to them, or change when you have the chance? Money, a desire of many, is wanted by this man who holds on to business in pursuit of it. He walks along this rocky, treacherous road we call happiness, but decides the road is too rocky, and changes his path, to get the loan he forever wanted. The road is smooth now, wonderful in fact, but now his saviours are asking him to return all of it. He looks at his family, and decides to change roads once more. Theft. The once smooth and comfortable road we identify as fantasy, caused a major slip. The road was too smooth, too smooth to handle. He has fallen from grace and now behind bars he realises that the end of his world has come.

Avoiding the end of your world is not a hefty task, but not a light task either. Choose a path you can stick to, a path where you can’t lose footing. Otherwise, you might as well reach the end of your world as well. The path will be horrible, filled with agony and despair, but later will lead to a glorious concept known as success.

Are you curious to know what the end of my world is? It is when I allow the outside world influence the path I rightfully chose, and fall as result of something which could have been avoided. Where there is an end, there also exists a beginning, and hence, the true end of your world, is when you don’t find that new beginning. Falling from grace is not the end, but not returning just as graceful, is.