Two years are overs and the line has almost finished its journey to become a circle.It was a roller coaster ride sans seat belts. What strikes me most poignantly at this moment is the fickleness of emotions and how they mean so little in length though they are so deep in breadth.
Things which seemed important yesterday hardly have a chance once faced with the inevitable fluctuation, their intrinsic values are subject to. Things we feel we cannot do without, become objects of least desire. At other times something lying right under your nose goes unnoticed till you take off your blinkers.
So what is the innate objective value of things and do the objective values make any sense at all? Given the way it works in my world it seems every worth exists in subjectivity.
Just like an hour ago I wanted to write volumes on this topic but now I would prefer the following sign (viz full-stop).
Things which seemed important yesterday hardly have a chance once faced with the inevitable fluctuation, their intrinsic values are subject to. Things we feel we cannot do without, become objects of least desire. At other times something lying right under your nose goes unnoticed till you take off your blinkers.
So what is the innate objective value of things and do the objective values make any sense at all? Given the way it works in my world it seems every worth exists in subjectivity.
Just like an hour ago I wanted to write volumes on this topic but now I would prefer the following sign (viz full-stop).
