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The body regenerates. We are actually getting younger for the most part of our lives. Our generation will gain a full decade of life compared to our immediate ancestors. Our sons and daughters will grow to be in a more unstable and chaotic world than ours. But they will be fitter and far brighter (not hoping, certain of) than us. Is it too far out to imagine a tomorrow where science and technology grow at the speed they have? Perhaps a quantum leap in science. The future Darwin, Galileo, Leonardo, Einstein… the thing nowadays is, there are just so many extraordinary people in all walks of life, that history lost track. Maybe we live in some sort of dark age, and we don’t realize it fully, just like people in medieval times did not know themselves as living any worse than any civilization before. Things were bad back then. Very, very bad.
To our standards, perhaps. Even though we still find plenty of places in the modern world living in the dark. Just as there are people having it bad, we now have a whole like of people doing good. Not necessarily in a financial sense, maybe their spiritual lives, their personal goals, their missions, are accomplished. A little triumph here, a medal there (flirt your ass off, tease, at ease… Meditate daily, exercise three to four times a week; keep an active lifestyle), it will really make your day a pleasant life to have lived. It’s immoral to feel bad for having loved. The little details is what I wake up for each morning. Brew my own coffee, always have a good book nearby, fitness magazines, Scientific American,
For the first time, the less crazy people run this world. We are sleeping warriors. Carry a mission, bring it to conclusion, dedicate time and effort to your passion, provide and live a quiet life. Or the social kind. Whatever your nature calls for, answer it.

Oblivion Will Come (Let's make sure it doesn't happen too soon)

In following sports, I focus on moves made by players, I see only those players who are making progress and the most consistent athletes. I rid myself of the chauvinistic tendency to idolize a particular club. We should be following plays and moves, those athletes that are giving us results. Admiring only what is better we can really see how this translates into our own lives. Perhaps we don’t have to have such tunnel vision in respects to other realms of our character. Maybe we held on for far too long with a fruitless agenda, hiding away or simply shying from life. Life is a sport: we have to be aggressive, resilient, cunning; patient, strong, both physically and mentally. Meditation is for the mind as exercise is to the body; combined daily, they make a potent mixture. The purest and most exquisite of all natural highs in balance, as one. The body craves movement So, move.
Recently, I bought into the hype and got myself the latest version of a 16GB Nano Ipod. It features video, not the greatest quality but decent for domestic use. It records voice memos, and has FM stereo radio. Not necessarily the most striking feature, but to me has proven the most useful: a pedometer. I set a goal of walking 10,000 steps a day. And up until this point, I’ve exceeded my own expectations. I walk long blocks to take the train; I don’t bother with the elevator when doing my rounds from the 32nd floor down to the basement. I break a little sweat. I smoke no more than five cigarettes a day, and I go days without smoking. If there is a smoker around me, all bets are off. I smoke more regularly, but still no more than one, an hour even if I’m drinking. I make these rules to moderate myself. Don’t think for a moment I’m not tempted to go on a drinking binge, smoke half a pack a day (the most I ever did as a regular smoker), but I have to reign over my appetites. I do give in to pleasure, but in installments. The kind of pleasure I seek isn’t sexual. I have purpose-oriented. We all fall and then get up, and just keep moving. Aristotle said not too long ago that life is in movement. Let us drink to that. And while we’re at it, enjoy life like that Buddhist maxim depicted in the Midway, or like Seneca advices in the final lines of On the shortness of life, that sometimes is even necessary to temporarily embrace madness and get wasted. Borges had something really nice to say about affairs.
But long before any of them came about, the Egyptians reminded us of the futility of vanity in momento mori. Very soon, we will die. That might have applied more to their rude existences than our presently states. We’re no longer free, and the sooner you realize this, the faster and better you can recognize your master. The life you lead is completely yours to choose your chains. And choose them wisely, don’t let them talk you out of it. Rebel in youth, and always die young. Some don’t live but only suffer. If there is no pleasure in life, then create it and nurture it. Do often the things you enjoy doing. Don’t want longest life; just a quality Kodak moments and the certainty that my passage through this phenomenon called life, I caused less harm and more joy in the lives of those who came into contact with me. That there were many moments that mattered, enough to write a few books. Fortune is a capricious whore; it won’t want anything to do with you unless you pimp her. Be her man; own her; make her work for you; accept her; use her and don’t abuse her unless it’s in bed. It isn’t rape if it’s consented, I tease them like if I was serious. But they know I’m messing with them and just bluffing, and just having fun. No need to like me; in fact, I’d rather be somewhat hated. Then, and only then, we can lick our wounds. Piss them off, always playfully of course, and manly, and never ever back down from something you said. You wanna fight me, punk? Tell her. Oblivion will Come; Let's make sure it doesn't happen too soon