chose the path chosen for us.

The path of which we walk will never fade… Follow it we must, direction it gives. Walk between the dotted lines. Adhere to the traffic signs. We must grow as individuals and strive to construct our path. 

Build the path of which we continue to walk on and follow our own path that we create. Let not others wither your path and find fault with that you have chosen. Greener pastures awaits you, upon your inception of your passion. 

As we continue down our path we realise that nothing more is required of us. Nothing less needs to be done. Creative destruction is a path that we all go through; to learn; to discover; and become wiser about the ourselves relevant to the world that we see before our deceiving eyes. 

Perceive that the path we will walk will be a difficult and troubled one.  Continue reading

the source.

Symmetric Information may be converging for all those that are connected to the mobile internet and have the incentives to comprehend its full capacity and potential. But to what extent do we know whether our sources are credible? Using Social Media, information is passed on over and over again, most of the time without any credible backing. This seamless technological transaction leaves us in question about the reliability and credibility of the source. Continue reading

social capital: at what point does it hurt.

….Continued referencing from the Manpower research; social capital has always existed and been the driver of economic prosperity. Some argue that it can not exist without the provision of certain rights that institutions provide. But was there not a period where there was no such institutions in place and we were forced to trade based on ‘trust’ or ‘social capital’?

“…In the Human Age, we have become all-day networks, able to act or respond immediately to many different situations. A business deal that begins in Tokyo on a Monday for a global corporation may continue uninterruptedly for days and involve employees and consultants from multiple time zones. Ideas may come from one-time economic outposts or collaborations between people who never meet but know each other virtually…” Continue reading

colourful ponder.

the fringe in a colourful image of thought and exposure to the sensitivity of colour.

one never knows who has eyes upon them from any hole that provides peripheral.

beyond the faceless women sits an entity in thought, the use of a mind and the thoughts from a brain can be detected but never measured in its capacity to imagine. just imagine its capacity.

beyond every persons faceless face lies a mind. a mind thirsty for knowledge. quench it must. fuel it needs. experience it has. 

beyond the faceless women is just a colourful ponder.

mode. transport.

there is so much talk out there about climate change and how we humans are the cause and effect of these changes. Although, there is some argument against climate change altogether. What do we believe?

Well, as a Keynsian Economist would have it; “does it really matter when we are all going to die in the end?”

If the world and the new age society are so adamant about future generations and their lively hood. Are there not bigger issues to worry about? What about the protein shortage in the world? Let us tackle one problem at the time as a unity. Of course, this is not an option by states! Who would want to work together? If it were that simple maybe there would not be as many problems.

In hindsight, our differences also make us unique and in many cases strive for the betterment of their own region.

This life that we are living now is a ‘mode of transport’… we start at birth and end at death.

We can choose to drive the car that may not be the most optimal, pollutes and kills its environment, drive over almost anything -and gets you to the end faster…

or

Ride a bicycle, a nice leisure ride through pastures and greenery… enjoying the breeze of life and the wonders of mother nature and the environment!

so… which mode of transport have you taken in life?……

lost in thought.

…in my realm, I plug peripherals in my ears… the music is my bubble… the world cannot touch me as I create my solitude in this environment of no privacy…
…in my body I am limited …in my mind I am free… feel no pain… feel no guilt… feel no burden…

…my heart is pure …my brain creates my realm …my limits are limitless…
…I create …I destroy …I manipulate…
my vision blurs as I become lost… lost in thought…

over the fence.

…if only i could see over the fence all the time!… come see with me… the wonders of the greener pastures on the other side of this white obstacle. climb with me and explore the other side… the other side where adventure, tranquil and mystery awaits us to journey them… come with me and take a sneak peak of the unexplored world that lies just over this fence!

…come climb with me… climb over whatever fence life decides to put in front of us…

pride. ducks.

…we are royalty…

…we are the chosen…

…you will answer to us and us only…

…we are ducks of pride and proud of pride…

…we keep our chins up…

…our heads high…

…our chest up and back…

…stare and envy our glory…

…we *quack with pride…

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