Mathematics

In life, people find out what they are good at and leverage on that to eke a living. And my heel is Mathematics. No matter how I see it, it's not going to work, be it teaching or learning, the disgust is thorough. I cannot imagine going through that pain of that again. What does she want? I don't know either, except that she has utterly killed my interest. I abhor Mathematics to the core. It's the end. Give me an egress, I say.

Heraclitus

There must always be change. The rule is, the only constant is change. No change is the worst of all, that rancid stagnancy that reeks of ineptness. Every day, I need to sense some change, facing off that intangibility that we call Eternity. Immortality in heaven is not a blessing. That is why I am not a Christian. To linger in that immutable state of existence is sheer torture.

One must change, learn something every day, get fatter or slimmer or obsolete. When I try to connect with the past I left behind, it's that bittersweet experience of utter degeneracy that makes change all the more sweeter now that that was gone. God forbid that I lapse into that hell. I see that image before me in FX, and I shudder. That mindless state of being horrifies me no end.

Have you changed today?