Run.
Everywhere.
Aimlessly.
Without worrying.
Without looking back.
For the freedom.
Run.

Play.
Without thinking.
Without planning.
With imagination.
With love.
With life.
Play.

Laugh.
Loudly.
Endlessly.
Innocently.
At yourself.
For yourself.
Laugh.

Be.
Crazy.
Funny.
Courageous.
Loving.
Yourself.
Be.

Live.
For yourself.
Helping others.
The way you want.
The way you need.
Your life.
Live.

Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

Because you have the most amazing smile I’ve ever seen
Because you think I’m perfect
Because you always say the right things
Because you can’t get mad at me
Because you think I could never do anything wrong
Because you make me feel so safe in your arms
Because you make my heart leap when I see you
Because you are the most honest person I know
Because you and I can talk about anything
Because you make me feel whole

Over the years I’ve lost written work, thoughts and fantastical ideas. Some through error, fraking computers! And some in spectacular fashion such that demonstration would require costly reenactment scenes with guns, a helicopter and loads of sexy women.

I must say each experience was unique though. Each work, whether words on a computer screen or a work of art carries whatever life we’ve ascribed to it. After all, in everything we create, there we are, it’s kinda like leaving a blood trail in a murder scene.

Possibly this experience… loss and recreation… death and resurrection… cough… cough… coughy… coughy… the monomyth… the Phoenix… possibly it’s part of the human curriculum.

The more I hear about these kinds of stories about losing and recreating work, one would assume there is some kind of lesson that we as human being have to learn here.

Whatever it is, it’s still a pisses the shit out of me when I lose my work.

So here’s to you; Oh Glorious Computer, FUCK U!

A man was traveling from one city to another when he heard that a ferocious battle had taken place and that his cousin was among the wounded soldiers. He rushed to the place and saw that his cousin was on death’s door.

He offered him a little water from his canteen, but just at that moment another wounded soldier beside him groaned, and the cousin asked him to give the water to his neighbor.

“But if I go over there, you may not survive! All your life you have been always so generous!”

Gathering his last ounce of strength, the wounded man replied:

“That’s another reason to be generous, now that I’m about to die.”

The great thing about the past is that it’s over.

There’s really no reason for me to be upset over anything; past, present or even the future.

I can change anything in my life if I so choose.

I can throw away any negative emotions at any time I choose.

I can decide to stop listening to other people and follow my heart’s desire.

So that’s what I’m going to do.

I am not going to put barriers on myself anymore.

I am going to be fucking relentless in my pursuits.

With a heavy heart I had to let you go because I knew you had given your heart to someone else.

I don’t blame you.

It was your choice.

I really wished we could have been together.

You were the only gurl I truly ever loved.

Well that’s all in the past.

Now I’ve got a dream to catch.

A mighty big one at that.

I’m 27 today.

I can’t help but feel depressed. Actually I am putting it mildly.

Every year I get the same questions and the same treatment.

This year was probably the worst.

I did my best to make everyone happy and a little reciprocation would have been nice.

I don’t want to offend anyone so I put on a mask do what I have always done; give polite answers.

… I wish I had someone to talk to, hug, hold hands, laugh with.

But who’s there for me?

February 13, the only day I look forward to each year knowing I will be disappointed.

So yeah, Happy Birthday to Me, may all my dreams come true.

What a pile of …

Actually if you think about it, I chose to be in this depressive state.

All this misery pays no salary.

You know I could change all this and what better way than to do it today.

Well there will always be regrets in life. But life’s too short and fucking pointless to be wallowing.

Always do what you want the way that you want to do it. You don’t need any fucking permissions. Be all you can be, and if people hate you for it, well it ain’t your problem.

As my tenure as a lecturer comes to a close next Thursday, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was indeed the very last time I will ever mark assignments.

It was around 5:33pm yesterday when I received this SMS from my student.

“Hey mr ganz, thanks for everything during tis module, ur a great teacher and it was a breeze learning from you, thank you so much!mayb we’ll see ya in e industry someday!”

I couldn’t help but smile. Every day I tell myself that if ever one person was to be directly inspired by my work, it meant that I lead a purposeful life among other things.

I guess that’s why I always wanted to be part of something great. The reason I keep pushing myself and wanting to learn more and more.

How can I succumb to mediocrity when this world is filled with great men and women who made enormous contributions despite everything that has happened to them. As Sir Issac Newton once said, “If I have seen further it is only by standing on the shoulders of giants”

I know I sound melodramatic, but that’s how it always has been for me. I don’t know if I ever inspired anyone. I just felt happy someone took the time to write something nice for me.

I’m sure you guys wanted to know my reply and it went like this;

“Thank you for your kind and wonderful words. It was my pleasure to teach what little I know of maya to you guys. My only wish, a rather simple one is for you to remain passionate about your dreams. Viva La Vie Boheme!”

You know I had a lot of fun being a lecturer. This has been the best job I have ever had and I am glad I listened to her.

I just passed the 8 terabyte mark.

To be more precise it’s about 8.61 terabyte.

17 years ago I remembered my first computer having only 320k space.

Now I have 26,906,250 times more space.

Like WOW!