Snowflakes

Growing up, we are told by friends and loved ones that we are on the road to greatness and like the greats we see on tv, we will be stars one day. We too will become bazillionaires of that one idea we got when we saw a leaf land in a puddle (probably call it leafpuddle), marry that girl rated 10 on the hottie scale, be the darling of the world.

Ah, if only it wasn't such a pile of horse-shit.

To quote a great movie, "You are not a unique snowflake". You are not a rose redder than the rest of the roses. If everyone wore black, looking down from a plane or helicopter, not one person would look indistinguishable from the rest of the crowd. You may never make the next Facebook or the next Apple.You may never get that model chick that you always dreamt up and fell in love with at first sight. Truth is,my friend, only a few out of millions reach such lofty positions, the Bill Gates of the world, the Donald Trumps, the Mark Zuckerbergs and the Sergey Brins and Larry Pages. Truth is, my friend, you are just another snowflake.

But I ask,is that really so bad? Of course, everyone wants to stand out and be the different snowflake that made it different. But lookin at it from a different angle, you are still part of something beautiful. You may not be a redder rose, but you are still a beautiful rose nonetheless.You may not end up with who we always thought we'd end up with, but we end up with who we are meant to end up with in the end. We may not end up being the richest man in the world, but we may end up being the man that pays bills on time and puts a roof over his family's head.

Don't get me wrong, dreams are wonderful, dreams are great.Dreams get us through a crappy day and keep us moving on when bad shit goes down and motivates us.It pays to come down to Earth once in a while though.Somedtimes,its best to be lucid dreamers.

Random Thoughts

Ever have those moments when you're alone in a room, staring at the ceiling, counting ceiling boards, wondering what that weird sound is in the corner of the room and weird little thoughts creep into your mind. Those little "what ifs" and "how comes"? You don't? Wow,me neither!

Cyke!!! I've come to the conclusion that I suffer A.D.D (or a short attention span). So being that I drift off a lot, I tend to ponder life's little mysteries now and again, which due to the A.D.D I completely forget. Thanks to the magic of pen and paper though, I managed to compile a little list of my musings for the consumption of you, my reader(s)! And once again, its in list form, because if your anything like me, you hate reading boring long paragraphs that just go on and on!So, here we go!!!!!:

*I always thought that if one did Yoga, it would work on both body and soul.But now I feel Practicing Yoga won't make me less of an asshole. But in time, it'll make me flexible and limber enough to kiss my own butt.

*I always wondered why everyone says "Pardon my French" before they swear and say something offensive.Is French really that offensive? I always felt German was more offensive.How come no one says "Pardon my German"? And when they're about to swear, do the French in turn say "Pardon mon Englais"? I wonder.....

*I have never heard a Chicken say "Cock-A-Doodle-Doo", only "Kukuruko", or a sheep saying "Bah". How do white folk come up with these sounds? Do their chickens really say "Cock-A-Doodle-Doo"? Those are some smart-ass chickens?

*Confuscious was one smart mo-fo.

*Wouldn't it really suck for dudes if phones and phone signals caused cancer?A whole lot of us would die from ball cancer!Oooooh mannnnn!!!!

*Don't you just hate it when people make commentary when they are carrying out activities? "I'm carrying my books,lalalala.... I have classes to go for,lalalala....."

*Will there ever be a Nollywood movie that will be good enough to get major props in Hollywood?

*What are babies actually thinking of when you make funny faces and talk to them funny? Are they probably thinking "This dude is frickin weird, What the eff is up with his face? This dude is an effing retard!"

*The guy that wrote Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carol, must have being high on some serious stuff when he wrote the books. A pot smoking caterpiller, a weird cat with a smile and sometimes, no body? Strange shit goes on in that book, I tell you!

*The toilet is a great place to come up with inspiration. Probably due to the long minutes of inactivity.

*Women are definately the smarter sex, they have the ability to multi-task, unlike men. But so much ish goes on up there, I think they tend to get it all mixed up. Thank God for us having a simpler one-track mind, then. (Sexist remark?Probably.Do I care?Ummmmmmmmm..........)

Blame this post on the A.D.D.