2 more days.







okay, technically 1 and a half days left.






so that leaves me with 36 more hours.






oh exams are in the afternoon. okay add another 12 hours.








alright so i have roughly 2 days left.










happiness
For all the wealth, possessions and wives, he was not happy. His life lacked meaning. A sense of purpose. He literally owns two multinational companies. His culture and heritage allowed him to have innumerable wives. His influence in the country's politics cannot be underestimated. A shred of his fortune would have made a common man wealthy beyond comparison. But yet, something was missing.

He was the epitome of success, and the symbol of the rich. Chivalrous, he was known for his gallant ways among ladies. He had it all. But why, he reflected, did it feel as if his life lacked meaning. Flummoxed, he sought advice.

All that he turned to told him that there was nothing wrong, he just felt insecure. But he did not buy into that. An atheist, he did not believe firmly in God. But the uneasiness drove him into desperation. He turned to the local church.

The reverend told him that it was due to guilt. Pure, but unconscious, guilt. But he was innocent, he said in protest. Why was there guilt? The reverend took him for a walk outside.

"Look around you," the venerable reverend says. "Look at the suffering. The pain these locals are feeling." He took a panorama of his surroundings. He did not have the slightest epiphany that the country was riddled with the poverty-stricken. The reverend continued. "You have immense wealth, but you did not give away to the needy and elderly. You did not have an altruistic heart. Try being a philantropist for a day, and see how does that fill your vaccuum." Tapping him on his shoulder, the priest walked away.

He continued standing there, observing. He heard cries of children. He saw ragged adults walking around the local market, staring at the food on display with hunger clearly written on their faces. Adolescents stole food and ran away from angry butchers. And then he looked into the horizon. There it was, his terrace standing atop a hill, majestically overlooking the slums. The contrast was palpable. He realised what he must do.

He will go to the parliament where he would make an impassioned speech of the suffering the people faced. He will advocate philantropy to the wealthy. He will give away large sums of money to these people. He will give them the basic neccesities to these people. Food. Education. Work. He was determined to give them a better life.

And finally, he could find the real purpose in life. His life finally has a direction.




told you. i could only write these kind of things. give me an unrelated topic and im a goner.

and though im not christian, i thought using the church as a source of wisdom is appropriate. its like, cliche. you dont see people writing down that they went to the synagogue or the mosque to seek advice. or maybe i read too many western novels. ah what the hell.







and like why am i using the com. time to revise..