Justice? I’m sorry, what?

I believe justice relies on ethics. If we ask ourselves what is justice, we need look no further than what are our morals?

Expectation breeds disappointment

Expectations breeds disappointment. For proof of this, we need look no further than the cahiers de doleances in France, during the revolution. The ‘book of grievances’ was requested by Louis XVI, and so, much of the population voiced what they wanted to see. Smart idea, right? Wrong! The segregated population had all different sorts of ideas and a mutual consensus was only reached on few important issues, leaving many men with expectations unfulfilled. As a result, this disappointment was taken out on the inept aristocratic government, furthering the revolutionary movement. So is it smart to give yourself high expectations? No. Don’t make the same mistake Louis did. Don’t think too highly of yourself. Don’t expect the best in people or in situations. Flow with the motions – that way disappointment will strike unexpectedly and rarely. Prevention is the key. Don’t expect anything.

Freedom

I am not old and I consider myself free. As I grow, there will be constraint – of responsibility, of obligations, of demand and of love. But, as for now, I am free. My choices now dictate how long and how strong my freedom is and will last.

Food for thought: ideas

I feel empty. Not emotionally, rather idealistically. That’s right. Void of ideas. Empty. It ruins me because I know it’s there and when I try to force it out, it doesn’t come.

Quirky post #1

Misfortune can strike in the most bizarre of places. For example, the other day, I was at a car dealership and, feeling slightly peckish, I decided to use the nearby vending machine for a packet of chips. Not only did I not receive any potato crisps, but in addition, I lost $3.20, twice! As a consequence I wasn’t able to refill my parking metre. This placed me in a dilemma as I was in no mood for another parking fine, having just attained one the week before in a nearby area. So I had to move my car. The spot I found was in the shade which was good because it was a hot day. However, it was more than three times further than my last parking spot. I did not think too much of it, so I walked back to the car dealership feeling hungrier than when I had left it. I was not then in the mood for cars and I left the dealership, walked past my previous parking spot and went to my car where I had found that a flock of birds had decided to use my windscreen as a restroom. I was infuriated, naturally, having just cleaned the car by hand and I drove home in a fury. Whilst driving, I felt very paranoid of the new decorations on my windscreen, especially when stopped at traffic lights. For this reason, I pretended to look occupied, either by tying my shoelace (although my shoes were slip ons) or looking in the compartments by my dashboard. Ironically, stopped at a red light, I managed to scum $9.85 from the coin compartment – adequate for the parking metre, and perhaps two packets of chips, maybe a chocolate bar, if I was lucky.

Food for thought: failure

Failure is the most undesirable stench.

A cynic’s guide: life

My life feels as repetitive as pop music,

monotonous as an owl’s hoot,

dull as a dusty plaid couch,

yet, as unique as a finger print…

Food for thought: change

Circumstances change;

People don’t.