Say No for Love

Since the days when we all went to bed at 9, we were told to learn and grow. And so we did. We were fussed and poked over, skewered on the grill of security so we didn't turn out into cold meat. So wherever we went, a cushion and a half followed. But here's the raw muscle of it all - there comes a point when you start wondering, which came first - you or the cushion? To walk into life with a cushion behind you is one thing. But to walk into a cushioned life is completely another. Its times like these when i wonder - when did boon go bane? We are loved, and so we are provided for. We are cherished and so we are protected against. No matter how many times I validate this theory, a slow and steady hole begins to grow - benevolence and love are opposite poles. So sometimes, out of love (for yourself) say no.

No food for thought

The advantage of a job is employment. The disadvantage is that it slowly kills your power and courage to dream. The greatest irony of a worker's life is that his ammunition backfires on himself. The nest becomes the birdcage. A thirst to earn our own bread unconsciously prompts us to starve the mind's belly. And when we're far from parched and our ambition gone skinny beyond recognition, we suddenly head for the buffet. And what do we find? The drinks are on the house.