Trump

It was never about the whites or blacks; or about the immigrants; or even about Donald Trump, for that matter.

It has always been about two kinds of people. People who can think for themselves; the ones who contribute to the society. Who cannot afford to judge people based on nationality, complexion or the kind of god they believe in.

And those on the other hand – uneducated, religious, nationalist, close-minded bigots who think highly of themselves and feels the need to protect what they’ve been given by birth. Because deep in their hearts, they know they won’t achieve anything more than that (or believe they don’t have to). [Of course, I’m not judging the entire 49% of the USA, just the supporters of his core principles]

The latter has always been the majority. And the loudest.

But it’s not all bad news.

Because when the latter spend their entire lives complaining about how they are treated unfairly and how they deserve more, the former is busy helping the world progress.
And they couldn’t care less about who tries to rule the world, or who makes the loudest noise. Because no matter what, they will do what they’ve got to do and nobody is going to stop them.

Image: GDP contribution by voting preferences.

Image Credit: Reddit.

The Magnitude / Life Is Short

Happy New Year all!

Here’s a crazy thought that might help cheer up your year ahead.

Human life is ridiculously short to savour the magnitude of what the world actually has to offer.

Let’s say, there are at least a thousand supremely great movies to watch, and thousands (if not tens of thousands) of great books to indulge in. Hundreds of genius musicians to listen to, on a wide range of genres and languages. Nearly 200 countries to live in, and even Space if time and technology permits. Thousands of great paintings and artefacts that would blow you away. Countless cuisines and drinks that you will give your life for if you ever get a chance to taste them. (And of course, so many other levels of enrichments that I missed mentioning because I’m oblivious to). And god-knows-how-many kinds of people to meet and share all this!

So much to do, so little time. Only I’m not sure if this is a beautiful thought, or rather a very depressing one.

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When The Writing Sings

[For people who appreciate the art of writing]

“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”
― Gary Provost