Smart people ask dumb questions to arrive at genius answers.

Einstein is known as one of the greatest thinkers of mankind. He was a genius, a scientist, an inventor, and a narcissist. In his initial years, people viewed him as eccentric and almost crazy until he was proven right, years later. He once quoted, “It has become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity” when he was working on the atomic bomb. Ironically, his efforts during the Second World War made him one of the contributors of modern technology.

However, his statement in the twentieth century was not welcomed by many at the time for technology was invented for the military. The majority of the generation’s new technology was designed for combat and defence. Einstein’s conjecture was made in realising how easy it was becoming to create great chaos – but also how little people were doing manually. The first computer was invented in 1822, but in 1947 the bipolar transistor was made, creating a link between the two computers. Einstein saw the conjecture: he realised that as the “computer” progressed, people would become less engaged in each other and more engaged in themselves – and what they could do with computers.

In his time, people did not respect him for these negative speculations – or they chose to ignore it on the premise of being superficially delighted by a new invention, not unlike children with a new toy. The general populous as well as those in power ignored the warnings of a genius, only to result in a modern twenty-first century of technology and laze.

Today, computers generate statistics – and we live by probability. Computers give us definitions – we categorise ourselves. Computers spread information – we can physically explore “thought”. Computers create gateways – we forget there’s a human on the other end. Computers are the reason this blog exists – or is it merely turning an idea into something concrete?

Regardless, Einstein was “only” a century ahead of his time when he made the statement, and people regarded him as the thoughtless idiot who was creative, abstract, and in the clouds. If only he were alive today, and could see the legacy he predicted.

And he predicted it because he was a part of it. He created it.



Technology is Destroying the Quality of Human Interaction

Everyone Loves The Lie

So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older All this time I was finding myself
And I didn’t know I was lost ~Aloe Blacc~

Everyone loves the lie, but no one likes knowing they’ve been lied to. Perhaps this is all just a phase, just a moment of fun. But everything is fun and games until the fun is no more and the games become reality. Every lie starts with a truth, and every truth results in a projection. You can only project so much – only lay so many burdens on the other, until one day it crushes them like an insect and you realise you’ve killed the person you once loved. Crying over someone you heartlessly slaughtered does not bring them back to life. 

Despite every futile attempt I have made at rectifying myself, no one is perfect, but some people do come close. And for as long as that one perfect person in your life appears to be everything you think you’ve always wanted, when the facade crashes, you realise that the worst advice you can ever give someone is “be yourself.”

Maybe I’m still young, and maybe the only words I have to live by is the advice I’ve ever given anyone. Perhaps we’re all just bottling up pain, and moving on from a past we all regret having lived. Perhaps one day, this reality now is a past we will one day regret; perhaps it’s a past we will rationalise as “making us who we are today.”

Whatever it is, doing the right thing works for many aspects, but never all. You can never live a balanced life whereby each and every aspect is completely fulfilled. There is no 100% – there is 99% and there is 120%, but there is no 100%.

We are over achievers; we are almost achievers. No one is merely an “achiever.”

Cryptically as I may speak right now, words evade my thoughts, and do no justice to the confusion running through my head. Happiness clouds my vision, satisfaction is not sustenance. We are not all miserable, but we all have varied definitions of happiness.

But the honest truth is that there is no happiness without the cost of someone else’s. We are all sadists at heart, and whether or not we pride ourselves in the misery of others, we take joy in knowing that their misery is not our own, even if we are the sole cause. Happiness is not overrated, but misery loves company.

And happy people do not love the company of miserable people, but they always earn the company of many others. How we deflect, what we do, what we say, the persona we all present, is all irrelevant at the end of the day. Why? Because miserable as someone may be, they do not venture into happiness. Some people are perpetually miserable, and if I could choose right now, I would not sacrifice my happiness for anyone or anything, because ultimately, until you learn to be your own source of happiness, you will never be happy. 

So wake me up when this is all over, because maybe I’m young and maybe I’m naive, but I’m also young enough to let myself be naive.

And sometimes, doing the wrong thing isn’t so bad if you can find the right balance.

Hold still right before we crash ’cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks ’til it breaks your glass and you drown in me again.