I feel like I am building sand castles each day. And at the sunset the wave comes and wipes it all out. I was anticipating today for quite some time now. I had all planned out, and each hour was to be used purposely. And here I am, and it is all gone.
That is our life - a sand castle. All that is left are feelings and bits of memories. And, I guess, some consequences. I am sad to watch this fragile creation gradually lose its shape and give in to the inevitability of time.

What moves us? Feelings. There are destructive feelings (anger, depression, hate, envy, thrill..) and feelings that create life or promote growth (love, compassion, joy, peace). Most people try to avoid the destructive feelings, and are working to achieve the peaceful feelings. If we exist beyond the boundaries of this world, feelings must have a special role. Here the effect our emotions have on other people is obvious. We aware that negative emotions cause physical sickness, happy feelings on contrary stimulate physical health. We can't underestimate our feelings. We have annual physical check ups, I think we should have annual emotional check ups as well... that if the insurance covers it.
Feelings have an immense power. Learning to distinguish them, and to control them could be an art. It is not in the modern western culture to focus on our emotions at school, unless there are visual problems. Eastern culture is more in tune to feelings. Peace of mind gives a man a perfect foundation for growth, for work and for general well being.

New York

Everything has to balance itself out. As beautiful Manhattan can be, it is set with a circle of dumps. Manhattan deserves its fame though. And such a treat for human studies. I could just grab random faces from the cround and disect their lives, to lay out what drives them, what effects their life, their thoughts and experiences. Such a variety... I walked around Chinatown for an hour. I walked so far into it that eventually I was the only nonasian face. I have a great respect and admiration for their culture, by the way.
Chinatown is humangous. It eventually swallows you whole and for a second you forget you are in New York. There were fewer and fewer signs in English, soon the havos of smells and noise of minimarkets and the buzzing life around them becomes a part of you.

I read in a science magazine that blogging can be therapeutical. So here I am. For some reason it's hard to focus once I get to sit down and stare at the blank screen. During the day I have a million thoughts in my head. I wish I could just hook my brain to the processor.
Since nobody really reads this blog I can use it for storing the mess I've got in my head.
I've talked to my niece about day dreaming. She is the only person so far that I came across who easily retrieves into a different world. You know on a long bus ride (I had plenty of those ...) your mind levitates into a different place. It's similar to watching a movie in your head.
I wonder if there is anyone else who has this day dreaming attached to their daily lives.

should I talk about religion here?

I guess quite a few things in my life are tied to my religion: my views life, my plans for afterlife. I do hope strongly for the afterlife. Otherwise, what's the point?

a higher price

A greater happiness costs more. Like having kids. They wear you out, but then you lose yourself when they smile at you. To have such happiness parents put up with exhaustion. No happiness is given without a struggle. The bigger the joy the higher the price.

Healthy criticism

Nothing can survive without healthy criticism. Every organization needs someone taking it apart once in a while. I don't appreciate the obnoxious media, but we need them to keep everybody in check. And the more obnoxious it gets the more the conservative wing needs to balance it out. That's the beauty of free speech.
What about churches. In our church, for instance, criticism is often hushed. I agree that contention draws people away from the church. But the complete absence of the healthy criticism leads to the tolerance of various personal quirks that are often presented as the church policy.