I don't think this video makes sense. I believe free will is an illusion. Unless you think the will stands outside the order of nature, there's only one thing that ever could have happened. You were always going to chose that tie, meet that person, get that job, whether it is due to a random universe or a determined…
They need fins. You can't adjust attitude without fins.
I'm not sure how to ask this, so I'm going to let this guy do it.
My great grandma was in love with a man, she was 13 and he in his 20s. They were engaged to be married when he had to go to war, WW2. His letters soon stopped, and her being a child and this being a war she assumed he had died and found the attention of another. Engaged at 14, again, to my great grandpa. He spent time…
Water? Pah! Where we go next, we don't need water!
I used to own a Honda CBR 600 motorcycle that I greatly loved. One April morning, I decided to take it to work and I was all geared up with the bike warming up in the garage.
O.H. M.Y.!!Nightmares are made of this!
This is kinda how I've always seen stuff. On a side note I was gonna go to the shops after having a shower after reading this but I just had a call that slightly changed my plans, so excuse me while I go to the shops now instead and by chance meet my future wife there. Or perhaps miss meeting her by an hour, or…
"MY ISLAND!" -A celebrity
Damn kayakers making me sweat when I'm already in bed.
Really love the music, has a sorta gymnopédie feel to it :)
"Save your fucking energy" is not the sort of statement you want to hear (or make...), it generally means things are really fucking bad.
This thought has come across my mind multiple times and I can pinpoint one moment in time in which is the only reason I am where I am doing what I'm doing. When I was about 13 I was in a park with some friends and there was a girl who came in and I was dared to talk to her, I did it and at the moment I said hello…
There's an old T-shirt that about sums this up: Sh*t Happens. Three years ago, less that a week before Christmas my wife and I got the dreaded 2 AM phone call. Our 43 year old son was hit head on by a drunk driver and died instantly. The drunk survived with minor injuries. No, we did not go all MADD about a drunk…
That was actually quite beautiful, almost poetic. I have always looked back on my life and have seen my failures as singular and forgot that I have infinite possibilities ahead. Thank you for this.
Quick tale: On December 29th, 1996, I was driving home from a party with a pal at 3am. Throughout the evening, the concept of "fate" kept coming up in various conversations. We stopped at the grocery store on the way back to my apartment, and at the checkout line, I realized I should go back and get milk as well.
God damn it Nate!
I guarantee you this doesn't end in disaster more often than I think, since I always assume this sort of shit ends in disaster.