Ms Rand called it moral neutrality in 1962, we call it Political Correctness in 2015.
Other people struggle NOT to give up. Your fight begins at the other end of the spectrum.
You don’t know how to give up.
Your Integrity is your loyalty and commitment to truth. It is a statement of your respect for yourself. You are honest because you respect yourself too much to be not.
Thank you for taking the turns you took, Life. You never let me get complacent; you never let me get stagnant.
Have you noticed the tone of the commercials nowadays? Every second commercial boisterously and noisily assures you that their product or service gives you ‘MORE’. The word ‘ZYADA’ is being hammered at you all day long in one way or the other. It seems to have become the most enticing word in the all languages. If this word… or some… Read more »
She: I’m fed up! There’s no balance in my life! Everything seems to be spinning out of control. It is making me edgy and peeved; I don’t like me like that! The more I am trying to create balance, the more things are falling apart. I don’t know what to do! He: What happened? You sound really upset! She: I… Read more »
A man zoomed noisily into a narrow street in a rundown neighborhood. He was driving a brand new Porsche car, all shiny black and chrome. Its beautiful new alloy wheels glinted like silver. Its sleek contours spoke volumes about its performance on the road. Its engine purred mutely, holding all the horses under the hood tamed perfectly, ready to do… Read more »
It was a balmy late afternoon. The sky was a glowing, washed-out blue. White balls of cotton bobbed about merrily on that sea of blue-ness. Some had coagulated greyly, ponderous with moisture. It had rained all morning. Steam rose in warm wafts from humid earth under my feet. Somewhere, far off, it was raining again, after a hot and humid… Read more »
The Earth has been called Mother. She is the symbol of patience, endurance and unlimited giving. She provides a static platform for the dynamic dance of life. She remains stoic and unmoving as life moves over her skin, now slithering, now galloping, now walking with a firm, deliberate step. She breathes; her breath misty and warm. For the sake of… Read more »
Actually, this post ought to be called Facebook Love. I didn’t use it because it might have been a little confusing. You might innocently have thought I was referring to the free, spontaneous meet your soul-mate service that Facebook doesn’t know it runs. As far as possible, one doesn’t want to confuse or confound people who never did you any… Read more »