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some things are just not worth it

every decision comes at a cost. out of the various choices open to you at any one point in time, your commitment to ONE costs you the potential benefits from other choices. So at what cost are we willing to pay for fame, money, stability, satisfaction?

the social network movie made me angry. i will not venture to comment on the real characters of the portrayed actors involved - it's not my business anyway. but what 'parker' and 'zuckerberg' did to 'saverin', and making that comment about the borrowed $19,000? low blow man...

nobody ought to be treated like that. no matter what they did or did not do. period.

and it made me think how much we can get away with, hiding under the glorified cause of 'living passionately for a dream'. does it have to come with the price tag of relationships & human dignity?

what right does anyone have to elevate himself above others (that 'farm animals' comment still rankles) based on the premise that he is self-made, that every distinguishable accomplishment so far is all to his own credit? can anyone truly say that he can live independently from all other humans?

whether or not anyone has directly contributed to your project, they should be given credit in some way or another for indirect contributions. even adversaries teach you something. we are all made of other people's sacrifices, from the freedom and rights that we own, down to the clothes we wear.

the size of one's heart is dependent on whether he can respect another person, regardless of how much that person can benefit him. it's a tall order but the first step in that direction is simple appreciation of anyone's effort... the ability might be lacking, but the thing about being human and not machines is that intentions and motives, and love (no matter how inadequately expressed) do count for something.

cathartic release. :)

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Dear stranger Friend, Had the chance to view through your post today about the relevance of loving and respecting the other. I am a philosophic researcher from India,whose chief motto is to spread the message of LOVE. I believe that it should be understood by mankind as natural law to sustain life,replacing Darwin's law of survival of the fittest.I invite you to view my blogs that handles this theme.Love and regards...

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