You’re Gonna Die

“You’re Gonna Die?” asked my friend as he looked at me with a puzzled face.

“Yeah,” I replied.

He was actually talking about my homepage wallpaper which has the words “You’re gonna die” written clearly on the screen. It was a wallpaper by Gary Vaynerchuk.

That question was brought up multiple times and every single time, it was accompanied with a face of curiosity and confusion.

 

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My homepage wallpaper.

 

Yes. Yes. A pretty bleak statement. I know. But I guess, I love it. I just love the thought of it, the darkness of that statement, knowing that you’re going to die at any moment. A reminder that you need to put in your best in everything that you do.

Whenever I see that line, every time I look at my phone, it reminds me of the shortness of life, of our own mortality, and that we have to face it one day.

It reminds me to always put in my best in everything that I do and to remember that that might be the last time that I’ll be doing it. Because, who knows how long we’ll live.

I love the bleakness of the message, succinct and clean. A tight slap to my face for it is true and the only definite fact that we will have in our lives. No fluff, no nothing. Just the truth.

I guess this kind of motivation doesn’t suit everyone but it does help me. Hope that answers your question.

 

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Long, deep conversations

There’s beauty in long, deep conversations.

If I were to have a favourite type of conversation, it would be long, intense, intimate conversations. Those are the conversations that allows one to pour out their souls, their hopes, dreams and aspirations.

Those conversations are the key to getting to know someone truly deeply.

In Singapore, we call those conversations, Heart to Heart Talks (HTHT). It is a common practice here during camps, suppers, or just in simple gatherings of close friends. I guess it was set as an intention to get to know people on a whole new level from strangers which hopefully will turn into friends.

For me, such conversations give me a mushy, fuzzy feeling inside. An emotion that I truly love and embrace. I guess it stems from my fascination of knowing someone else, especially someone new. It allows me to get to know someone’s perspective, ideas, thoughts and priorities. But I guess, it is much deeper than that. In afterthought, maybe, it might have been a way for me to see the state of my life, to listen to their experiences and learn from their lessons. To reap some sort of benefit and apply it into my life.

Yesterday, I had one of such conversations. I totally dived deep into it, fascinated (as I always was) about his life stories and things that I would never have known if not for such conversations. And one thing that I learnt from it is that, sometimes, caring too much isn’t good. Once one sees an opportunity, one should dive straight into it without much care for what happens next. One has to do that in order to prevent analysis paralysis.

It was an amazing conversation and it would’ve continued late into the night if we weren’t rushing to get home.

There’s a lesson behind all of this. It is that intellectual or just pure honest conversations can really build strong connections between people.

And one should always strive to do that.

I will.

 

We are all humans with limited capabilities.

All of us are just humans with limited capabilities. We are not perfect nor will we ever be perfect.

But then, how do we grow to reach that limited potential that we actually have?

Through listening to the advice of the generations before, by making right the things that they’ve made wrong, to not repeat their mistakes ever again.

I believe that each new generation builds up from the generations before them and each new generation leverage those lessons that have been compiled for them.

So, I guess, the lesson for me today is to listen to the advice of seniors and people that have gone through the journey, to not be full of myself, to remain humble even if I just so happen to be more knowledgeable (rarely happens but you get the point).

Restart

 

Restart over.

You know, most of the time, I hope that the blog post I write is a one time wonder, meaning, to just write once and get it over and done with.

However, sometimes it isn’t, like this one.

It took me several starting sentences which I then proceeded to delete them. Why? Because I just couldn’t continue on that train of thought. I mean, I had the idea of what to write but no real concrete structure to what I wanted to write.

The easy days are those that allowed me to vomit out a post that is beautifully structured, precise and clean.

But today wasn’t one of those days.

Anyway, what I just wanted to say is that I had a hard time thinking of what to write. Inspiration hasn’t struck me yet. Or should I strike inspiration? (Hmm…)

I guess, sometimes, we just have to restart over and over again. To begin from scratch and maybe, we can get a better result than before.

Oh well.

A quick update: I watched Hacksaw Ridge yesterday and even though I am right to suspect overdramatization and the like, the acts of Desmond Doss is nothing short of heroic and pure bravery.

 

 

 

I write…

Oh my. I want to write so bad, I could feel my mind ticking for every moment that passes.

My fingers itched to slam down my thoughts onto that keyboard, to hear the beautiful clicking and tapping of the keys.

I couldn’t wait to share with the world, my ideas, my inspiration and my eureka moments. I. just. could. not. wait.

Therefore, as if I have an idea that could change the current paradigm of the world, I began to type.

But who am I kidding?

I ain’t Charles Darwin with years of knowledge, scientific research and adventures to back up his theory.

I ain’t Plato with philosophical ideas and stories that could wreck havoc in the minds of 20-year-olds today.

I ain’t George R.R. Martin with a creative mind that can build worlds that beautify the minds of readers.

I’m just a blogger, a passionate wannabe writer, a creative-in-progress.

Why would anyone want to listen to my ideas, my thoughts, my perspective for I have no credentials nor a reputable reputation?

I guess, I just love the feeling of typing, of sharing, of clearing my mind of the daily baggage of ideas and creativity. It does not matter if no one reads it. It truly doesn’t matter.

I write because ultimately, it is for the past me, the current me and the future me.

Maybe one day I’ll be good enough move up a level, to step out of the blogosphere and into real writing. Maybe.

Humility, an important skill

I have this problem.

The problem of humility.

Recently, it came to my attention that it is hard to remain humble, to choose the right words to say to not appear arrogant, rude, or full of yourself. It is hard to bring yourself down to a level that will be deemed respectful.

I guess it is particularly hard for me because I feed off of this energy of self-confidence, competition and putting myself on a high horse. This could actually be a defence mechanism that I’ve erected from the experiences I had in the past. To remain stoic, emotionally unmoved by the words of others.

But as I grow older, I’m conscious of this ‘defence mechanism’ and now I realised that it could be more of a bane than a boon.

Thus, it has come to my attention to fixing this problem, to rewire my brain to be humble and master the art of humility.

And it will always be a work in progress.

Stop assuming, Hakim

Hakim.

You don’t know people.

So stop assuming that you do.

What you know about others is just a fraction of who they are. They wouldn’t let someone like you know everything about them. They aren’t like you, letting the whole world know about their lives, every moment of it.

You need to learn to respect their privacy, to know that people release bits and pieces of themselves slowly to you as they start to trust you. Never assume that what you know is their whole story. Don’t finish off their sentences, don’t cut into their sentences, don’t interject, interrupt, intrude and never ever talk more about yourself than about the person you’re talking to.

Show respect, have fun when the time is right, but always guard your manners and the art of engagement.

I know, sometimes you slip up, forget something, make a mistake but know this, apologise and move on. We’re humans, we fail sometimes and it is up to us to pick ourselves back up and start stronger.

Be conscious of your actions and your interactions with other people. Be humble, know that people love to talk about themselves and you should let them, maybe, through that you’d know more about them.