"Essential component of mastery is ability to create new knowledge." What is mastery? Kids had been playing the piano. For few hours per day initially. When I hear the music, it clearly shows the confusion, of a novice. With full of mistakes and no clear pattern. There is a long road ahead for mastery. This brings the question of mastery. And how can anyone achieve that? Domains of knowledge. Playing the piano- Masters and Amateurs Playing the piano is one domain. Which includes the ability to read notations to playing them correctly. And the knowledge of the domain is already built over generations. Little by little, by pianists of previous era had worked hard on their craft, and made thousands of notes composed us to practice, play and enjoy. Over generations this domain of knowledge had increased dramatically, I would say in an exponential fashion, with the development, and popularization, and addition of new material. You can compare this to a patch of oil which expands from a leaking Oil tanker in Straight of Gulf. It will expand exponentially, over time. Provided there are no other limitations to its growth. I would consider this a good model to understand any domain of knowledge. Any domain of knowledge is a patch of oil which expands exponentially over time, with acumination of new knowledge. Where are the experts and amateurs? If I ask you to position amateurs and experts in any expanding oil patch of knowledge, where would you keep them? I am sure you would put amateurs in the middle, closer to the center of the oil patch and experts closer to the outer boundary. They have spiraled through all the inner layers to reach the boundary of the current knowledge. And from there, there is no way out as they have to expand the oil patch in tiny amount more if they want to extend into the unknown. This creates many other problems for amateurs. Behold amateurs, a difficult terrain ahead. Amateurs nowadays finding more and more difficult to reach the outer boundary. As you can understand it expands rapidly. One cannot master and even expected to master all the information of one single domain, as oil patches are expanding rapidly and they are already huge. Consider someone studying math. Someone studying advanced mathematics, have to go from Archimedes to Newton and Euler, to Kurt Godel - who defined current boundary of mathematics. Hence even an undergraduate nowadays understand what newton did not understood in his time. How can we ever expect them to reach the boundary and expand it? Expanding Patch of Oil Fast way forward. Truth is nobody can. Amateurs will need different tools. Maybe a fast boat, which can travel faster. Maybe the traditional spiral approach to learning might not work. Hence, I suggest a different way. There is no way out. You should directly target creativity even at your current state of immatureness. Maybe it is enough. You already know what newton knew that era. Hence even before you come to a current boundary, you must start your creative genes work. It doesn't matter if you fail. You can always go back and study what master's did when they encountered your pattern of thinking. Hypothesize the unknown and correct yourself if you're wrong. It doesn't matter your current field. It may be playing with piano. So, trying to create a new song is faster way to reach the boundary of current piano knowledge. Who knows, one day you might compose another Mozart masterpiece, before you learn to play all his pieces.

Economic lessons from the past If you would like to study economics of marriage, I would ask you to start with Jane Austen novels. Her greatest works including classics of "Pride and Prejudice", "Sense and sensibility" captures the hardships faced by women caught up in financial struggles. I am not sure, that we can ever get rid of economics out of any marriage. In this part of the world where arranged marriages are common, economics play a huge role. Before even Beauty, and Character is matched, the financial statues are matched. If everything matches, it is a win win scenario for both parties. Yet, some may will compromise some aspects of it provided everything else is in place. (e.g.: a poor girl may have a better chance if she is well educated and a beauty queen, to step up the financial ladder of marriage, to a higher suiter. However, it is not the case if she is less, attractive) Pride and Prejudice Beauty vs Dowry, which lasts longer? Do, not get me wrong, I am neither for nor against of these financial traditions of marriage. I'm just thinking about it as an outside observer, trying to make sense of it. As an example, imagine what would happen a young couple fell in love each other, and later they learn, one is significantly poor than the other, it can create problems even after years of their marriage. As one might feel they have been betrayed, or cheated. The beauty wouldn't last as long as someone's well managed wealth under current governing of capitalism. Hence, when the relative significant advantage of beauty and love disappear with time wealth itself can bring out problems. Does this mean, that we should always match our financial goals with our partners, before we commit ourselves to a marriage? That seems to be not always a good choice. Yes, if we consider individuals as selfish human beings, who want to thrive, with all the available resources, a financially balanced marriage can just bring that ease of mind. Yet, if we do this for a long time, wealthy will remarry wealthy. And it seems to be an unhealthy scenario, as wealth will accumulate in families over generations, and so there will be limited number of people available for anyone from each financial class. If you know some preliminary biology this would also mean, that remarrying with close individuals can bring bad mutations, even rare diseases which is not at all good for the offspring. Another problem with wealthy marrying wealthy is that, in time, the population of poor will grow larger, and one day, they will just overpower the ruling party by just numbers. These are just hypothetical scenarios. Just approximations to the reality. As you can see there are multiple compounding factors to marriage, that it never follow certain rules. But for someone who is younger, and awaiting marriage, I think it is a good mental exercise. Think about it. Marriage and wealth What society wants and what individual wants from economics of a marriage? What society wants is wealthy to marry poor. So, the wealth is redistributed and more equal chances are created. What individual wants is to grow themselves. In order to do that they must not redistribute their wealth by marrying poor. How about love? All those loves stories where the rich marrying poor, just fascinating examples for the former, hence well accepted by the society as "Classics". I am yet to see a novel written in about what normally would happen, in a class clash. Those novels are non-existent for a reason. There is no story, as that is what would happen normally. So, Mr. Darcy might never marry Elizebeth Bennet if she has ever been a poor lady working in his kitchen outside of a novel.

Lilly white is doing puzzles again, and this time she was doing, the Who is the odd animal ? puzzle from the zoo. It appears; there is always an odd one among ordinary. There is a Whale, a Star fish and a shark sitting next to a rabbit. And the queer rabbit is definitely out of place. And in another place, A lion, is sleeping among a pelican, swan and a bat. Obviously, Lion although brave looked odd, among others who all could fly. But is that all there to the puzzle? A Whale. - > is a mammal which lives in water A starfish -> has a radial symmetry A shark -> has gills and a vertical tail fin A rabbit. -> has fur An odd whale Apparently when we look from a different angle, we can argue that each animal on the list is an odd one. The similarities we see are just arbitrary and imaginary. It helps in understanding the world, yet when we do that, some perspective is missing. The perspective that everyone is just odd when it comes to living beings. As a reference I can give a full list of such categorization from animalia. Animalia │ ├── Porifera (Sponges) │ ├── Cnidaria (Jellyfish, corals) │ ├── Platyhelminthes (Flatworms) │ ├── Nematoda (Roundworms) │ ├── Annelida (Segmented worms) │ ├── Mollusca (Snails, octopus) │ ├── Arthropoda (Insects, spiders, crabs) │ ├── Echinodermata (Starfish, sea urchins) │ └── Chordata (Animals with backbone) │ ├── Fish ├── Amphibians ├── Reptiles ├── Birds └── Mammals We can say a crocodile is different from a water buffalo. As long as some idiot doesn't come to the classroom and ask, which crocodile and which water buffalo you are talking about. We might tend to chase that person away. But the truth is each and every crocodile that ever lived on planet earth are unique, different from each other, hence the odd one. Who is the odd animal? Maybe you're What applies to water buffaloes and crocodiles of Nile, applies to humans as well. Each and every one of us are Odd. Sometimes we may strangely feel that we are odd, and others belong to a special group. A secret society, or a political party, or even a gang that we are not a part of. But if we look at carefully in the mind's eye of each individual, that is not true. They are odd too, in their own way. It's just not apparent in except for a wise person, or in our case to the classroom idiot. So, do not worry. Make it an advantage. Maybe the unique combination of genes you have in your arm of the mammal group might just be the right combination that earth needs 100 years into the future. And the aliens who inhabit our world in 10000 more years will look at you just like we look at a salamander from Devonian era. A salamander

It was on a Hot, sunny day, when we drove across, dusty towns of west coastland to reach our destination of a remote, beach house. Me and my family were in the Car, the old blue mustang, that I inherited from my Father when he succumbed to respiratory failure after years of agonizing suffering to catch his breath, a direct result of chronic smoking in his youth. The old man is out of misery now, the only thing that remained physically as a memory was his car. So, the Car was very close to my heart, even it was just a piece of Junkyard metal. If it was damaged, I would rather go rampage, Like John Wick would do for his own dog, when it was killed. But nobody knew. It was a secret, from the beginning, as openly agreed by everyone else in my family, it was just scrap Metal, brought up as discussion material in every family gathering. Ford. So, when the car started to smoke in the middle of the graded slope, nobody was surprised. I was lost, but luckily there was some kind of a repair shop half a mile uphill in the countryside. The beach was just over the mountain, so, I let my family hitch-hike for a ride while I went solo to the repair shop. I knew nobody want to bother having to go to the repair with me, as the car was my sole responsibility. I parked the car, in a slight slope, and opened the bonnet so it could cool down itself, yet nobody came from the shop to meet me. I could see half a dozen cars, on each side of the road parked in the shade of the workshop. It seemed a busy place several young men working on their own schedule, tackling their own broken car. As everyone was busy, and my issue needed urgent attention I decided to walk up to one of them and talk. The young man I approached looked friendly, he was covered with grease, and dust, yet with a gentle smile he looked at my concerned face. And reassured me in a minute, he would come up to have a look to see he could do any help. As promised, he did, wiping out his dirty fingers with an equally dirty piece of cloth he joined me to walk across the road. to have a look into my smoking car. It's only when we tried to cross the road, I saw, my car was not there where I was parked it! The young man looked at me with a puzzled face and spoke. "Mr., you say you have trouble with your car, but I suggest you have no car". With an annoyed look he went inside his hut. And I was puzzled too. I checked again the place I parked the car. There were no track marks. And I attempted to look inside each side of the garage. I was little panicked at this point, as I have never heard something like this. How can my car be lost in a matter of few minutes? I was just ten minutes away from it. There must be some kind of weird thing happening. So, I started to investigate, and I could feel my blood start to boil each minute I was unable to find a clue about my now disappeared car. I checked each and every car parked inside the garage. Becoming more and more suspicious, as all the men I spoke to have not seen, or could not explain what happened to my vehicle. As I was getting frustrated with the search, my mind started to make many weird theories about what happened. Did someone tow trucked it? Did the people in the garage stole it? repainted it? Did it slide downhill as was for a failure of brakes? So, I walked down the road, and in few hundred meters, I found some tracks of a car. I couldn't explain them and my suspicion grew, I spent a good hour to looking for my crashed car, yet I couldn't see anything beyond those mystery tracks. And more I searched more I found that it was an unlikely scenario, as there was no evidence of a crashed car, over the bend. If it went downhill without maneuvering of a man, it couldn't have made that bend, and there was no sign of a crash. The weight of someone stealing the car, near the garage was becoming more obvious explanation. I went back to the garage and snuck into the deep end of the workshop. And there was a butcher house, in the back of it. What Kind of weird place is this? And I saw some tables, with powder on it. White powder which could only resemble some kind of drug. And there were several, angry looking, well-built men gathered smoking. They were all about same height and tattooed all over their bodies neck downwards. And they all were wearing dark cloths; some were drenched with sweat. I could only resemble them with some kind of a secret gang, hiding in the roof of the garage. And when I saw them, I lost the hope of ever finding out what happened to my car. It must be half across the country by now, surely, and any attempt at recovery of my mustang should only meant my life is in danger, And I wanted to get out of this place. I ran out of the workshop, and strange feeling of weirdness surrounded me again. This whole affair of losing my car had some unexplainable twist to it. This is not something which happens to everyone every day. And I wondered what happened to my family, and why they did not call me, and how am I going to explain to them that I lost my car. Would they believe me. And why am I feeling so weird since the beginning of it. Then with a sudden jerk, like hit with a club on head I realized, this was all wrong. This is all wrong, it cannot be true. And I just woke up drenched with sweat. I was on no vacation. Just a nap, while at work, after lunch, and that was all the weirdness about.

If you're an artist doing paint work,you may have understood this truth intuitively. Maybe you didn't notice its significance out of the scope of your art. No worries, as that is my intension today. My intention is to explain above quote, famously attributed to Mary Kay Ash American founder of Mary kay cosmetics. So what is the meaning of every silver lining has a dark cloud? Silver lining I saw a comparison of wealth, between Weekend and Bruno Mars side by side. Bruno, having been popular since a kid had a total wealth of 20 to 200 million fluctuating around an average over three decades. On the other hand Weekend was growing starting with 5 million he ended up in 600 million and rising. It was interesting why anyone would care, as I am sure non of these artists do care about what they earn, rarther than what great music they produce. Another way to look at with our new knowledge is, the gloomy cloud which surrounds Weekends silver lining is growing darker every day. As silver lining is always silver in colour, its the background which changes the intensity of it. Does every silver lining has a dark cloud? In another words, if you consider Money and fame and success or even peace as a pursuit of a silver lining, you indirectly painting a dark gigantic black cumulus cloud around it. The moment peace is lost you will fall into the chaos of uncertainty. In other words, every good thing we pursue has an evil side of it. Its just that we are not aware of this when we are too much focussed on silver. If you pursue heaven, you have to agree there is a hell, and there is a chance that you will end up being there. Can you live up to the task of being a Saint? Can anyone live up to the task of being a Saint? Will there be empty heavens and overcrowded hells? What's the point anyway, having a one way valve to heaven. It is like a pitcher plant, which always try to drag us into an acidic toxic doom in the bottom of nowhere. I do not have to give you a long list of examples. Anything you attempt at pursuing in life has this simple truth attached to it. You can weight this against anything you try to pursue. What is the downside of it? Old So, a person who has lived enough, long enough in life, had seen enough things and done enough things would know that nothing worth persuiting in life. If you haven't reached this level of understanding I think the reason being that lack of experience or understanding. Not because the facts I produced are inherently wrong. Truth is we all have enough experience, to understand this. Yet we keep on adding dream after dream to our current bank of dreams, forgetting all the regrets, and dark clouds which accumulate steadily in the background each time we have a small win. How to play the game. I would rarther be a looser. Not by my choice, but by default. Not by contesting, but by chosing not to play, as the game is rigged in every way possible. I would stay silent And watch all the dark and silver clouds drift in the sky and not comment on anything. Maybe we all should do the same, but I warn you it's not inherently satisfying like watching a film. Call me a loser, the words even not reach me, as detachment is the objective here.

If you are having trouble with insomnia, this is not the place for answers to your problems. Instead, this is going to be a descriptive way to look at life in a perspective of the sleep and wake. Average adult sleeps 7-8 hours per day, even more. If we consider this a fact, 20 years of your life you'd be sleeping. While rest of the world is functioning, the earth is rotating, while the ships are sailing and aero planes are flying all around the world, quarter of the world population is sleep at any given moment, if you consider the fact proximity of India and China maybe more than half asleep sometimes. Not Insomnia Since I started to fascinate by the world of books, novels specially, I became a night owl. I used to watch TV series late into the night. Often sleep after the midnight. I couldn't stop myself from reading a novel up until it finishes. One more chapter, before sleep. One more chapter before sleep. I would say to myself all night. Falling asleep only when I fear my parents figuring out that I have been up all night reading stupid novels. Later this passion would change, into watching films, TV series, learning programing languages, doing math while others are sleeping. It seems, I find interesting things year after year, which I cannot chose to stick to. But I would grab them with greed, and this had an effect that it became obvious to me, Sleeping is my enemy. My insomnia lesson So, all my youth even into middle life, sleeping I considered the enemy. Enemy which stopped me reaching a certain goal. Perhaps its finishing a novel, passing an exam or even partying with friends. (Latter was very rare, but we all want some nights not to end) Until I learned that there is a thing called insomnia. One day after middle years, I found I couldn't sleep. This time, for some reason, I was tired. I was tired, working away from home, depressed to the core from isolation, howling wind batting the rooftop, passing through the tiny holes of the ceiling bringing in freezing air inside. And I couldn't sleep. There was no one to talk, nothing to do. I didn't want to watch a film or read a novel. I wanted to sleep. But sleep did not come I was wide awake tired. I suffered for hours. It was agonizing. Sleeping was my enemy for my whole life, maybe I hated it so much that it was angry that night. It didn't come. I wasn't myself next day, but a tired broken drunkard who was daydreaming about sleep at work. Luckily, I embraced sleep following day soon as it arrived. And since then, I consider sleep as a privilege. A dream So, now I know how an 80-year-old man in a hospital bed struggle to sleep at night. I didn't realize what suffering they must be feeling, when they cannot have that peace which is provided free of charge by nature. Maybe you are a workaholic, in youth, and still would not value the sleep as much as your work hours, or leisure hours. As I said earlier, this gives me another perspective to look at my life. If the life is a continuum which is filled with tasks, any value we give to each, and every task is purely arbitrary. As an example, reading novel is not more valuable than watching TV, or studying, or sleeping or eating. The value given to any task is purely circumstantial and situational. When we say, studying is better than, sleeping that is just the perspective of a youth full of ambitions. But for elderly, they would not care for anything other than a simple sleep at night. One insomniac night taught me how to appreciate sleep. The question is What else are we taking for granted?

Have you considered sticky minds? Minds any, have this remarkable quality of being sticky. Sometimes I wonder that is the key to understanding life. The stickiness of mind. But, you can see this only when you strip the essential obvious and famous qualities of mind. If you do not understand I will list some examples for easy understanding. But try to ask the question, what is the sticky bit of each function of the mind? sticky Let's start with "Love". Some people say love is greed. I have written an entire article on definitions of love by famous people, hence would not go into that detail. But can you feel the sticky bit of every love that you ever felt? As a mother, as a daughter, as a brother, as a human, as an animal, as a being, you might have felt love. Even towards the heartless ruthless and meaningless nature sometimes. But I always know when I feel love that there is a bit, which is sticky. Which I cannot get rid of when the object of affection is no longer there. And when and if I try to remove this sticky bit, so I can go back to natural state of being pure, it hurts. Like I have been in the bushes all day and my legs are caught up in sticky thorns all over. How about success. I love success. Like a CEO. Like Agatha Christie. Like Jim Simmons . However, when I think about it, I see there is a little bit of stickiness as well. When I am too involved, too attached with the prospect it tends to hurt, when things go unpredictable ways. Even if I do not approve the external validity, success depends on internal values. And the sticky bit seems to be there whenever I try to pursue anything. Stickiness is there inside kindness. Inside generosity. Inside good human being. It is there inside a criminal deed, a child who wants a sweet. It is there in a sportsman, a fisherman, a doctor. I would be lying if I said stickiness is not there in these words. But, paradoxically there is no way I can get rid of it. As stickiness is there when I try to get rid of it. Stickiness to the "Non sticky state of the mind". By this time I am sure I have lost 99% of the readers. Either because what I am trying to say doesn't resonate with them, or unfortunately they are too busy to investigate phenomena of mind. In either case I am glad, as I want to inject non stickiness to the words I am saying. sticky stickers How to get rid of sticky minds? One way someone can tackle the problem of stickiness of mind, is by asking, not how to get rid of it. But what is it? Maybe acknowledging it is there is the reason, it is there. What if that stickiness of mind is just another approximation to the reality, but not the reality itself? This approach might have the capacity to liberate myself from searching for eternal non-stickiness. Which I do not have to worry if it wasn't there in the first place. I can only compare this to a limit of a function, more about which in next article.

In the back seat observing his colleagues, James was in doubt. The questions lingered in his mind throughout the night, made him disgusted at himself. The question which doubted the sanity of so-called human nature. And the question he did not dare to ask the smiling fellow human beings who were sharing seats of the round table with him. Are we not modern monkeys dressed as such for the occasion? He had plenty of doubt. Of course, these doubts did not come from a void, it was backed up by the evidence which accumulated on top of each other in a pile, like on a desk of a lawyer who is preparing himself to defend his client. This time the defendant was the inner monkey of Himself. So, James decided to carefully consider the evidence which obviously was mounting against plaintiff of his saint self. Monkeys He was at the get together, which was not a glamourous, end of year party or a birthday celebration, but a routine, dull get together that occasionally some people like to have under a shady dim light in a secret joint. Everyone was invited, everyone was present, and everyone knew each other well enough. And on top of that, if there had been a flimsy barrier between the sanity and humanity against the inner monkeyness, it was demolished in the first half an hour he was at the table, during the first round of Alcohol. Modern monkeys on a round table. He could see the humans disappear, and inner monkeys start to enjoy themselves. They start to gossip criticize and argue about prime ministers, middle east crisis, work stress, last year parties, women and their short dresses, secret affairs, Drugs, lust and profanity. By the time it was the past midnight, the monkeys would have intercourse on the table itself with imaginary monkeys if it was not a reality. What would have happened if there was a billion dollars backing up intensions of these monkey minds. Would there be any limit, an upper boundary, societal, judicial or otherwise, which cannot be broken in the name of experience. Maybe there was a truth after all that they wear cloths only to pretend that they are some kind of superior beings than regular monkeys. Let's party Yet he had seen them monkeys in the wild. Who wear no cloths, and who do not hide behind rigid walls of ethics, which were broken by alcohol and lust. They had no need to hide their anger against each other. They did not need to hide their affection, or attraction. It is natural, they might fight with themselves till death for the right to mate. Aren't they driven by same underlying forces that moved monkeys to behave in their group. What does these rituals mean when it comes to individual intensions? He could see each and every one playing their own selfish game, hidden behind the safety of social norms. But maybe, James was being harsh on himself. After all, what evil will it be done by a one more profane story? So, finally he decided to open his mouth and join in the conversation after wreaking his train of thoughts. Verdict is Guilty. Tonight He will be a modern monkey. Maybe tomorrow he will wake up a saint again, just in time before the Play begins.

Will was a Krill, in the movie happy feet. One day he decided to swim against its own swarm. The swarm contained a trillion krill, and all their lives krill had been just swimming with the swarm. But Will was different, he decided to see the end of the world by swimming opposite to its own swarm. And after so much swimming one day he was far away from its swarm. And what he saw was an amazing site. That whole swarm was just a gigantic ball of krill, and there was a whale, who was feeding itself from the swarm. The swarm that Will lived was the lunch for the whale. And Will who is a krill with a gigantic will was out of the reach, of the whale and would never be able to unsee the truth that he had seen. Even if he goes back to the swarm and tried to educate the other krill, it wouldn't work. As krill do not have much of a Will to follow their own thinking. Will the krill This may sound very unfamiliar scenario for someone who is novel to the subject of self examination. Yet it is a powerful way to illustrate what happens when we start to think on our own. Just like the Allegory of the Cave Example by Plato, the Will the Krill story shows us that to break the pattern of learned thinking one has to start a journey against the current of the natural flow. The natural flow of the world is to believe in things from the past. We start by learning correct sentences, correct mathematics and correct grammar. But only that when one truly master any of their craft will realise that the "correctness" Is just an assumed value. Arbitrarily given by ancestors, because it helps the longevity of an individual. If not the society. That is the way of the nature. The way of the nature Sometimes the way of the nature is stupid. The nature doesn't know how to overcome the problem of change. Hence it tries to preserve this by proliferation. A heard of buffaloes that walk across a savana are killed by crocodiles when they cross the river. Hunted by prides of lion and chased by hyenas. They die due to lack of food. But the nature overcome the problem by making a remarkable number of calves each year. Born with wobbly legs, in the meadows in monsoon season. Nature solve the problem by proliferation. I am not trying to be harsh on nature. Infact someone would argue that nature is not a thing and has no intention as such. And I would agree there. But by understanding that the stupidity of the nature helps us break the illusion that everything has a meaning. The matrix that we are stuck in is infact harder to break. As all we know, all others value is swimming with them. Like a bunch of krill, straight into the mouth of the whale. However, we are different. We are the mistake of the nature. Nature has given us a Will, that we can execute at our own terms. While all the humans follow other humans by fear, of being left out, some chose to swim In the opposite direction. I would not say thus is not a gamble. That is a risk. Going towards your own roots of existence is a gamble. But if you assume it is more risky than swimming with the swarm, you're wrong. Infact simple probability calculation will show that these two are just two random processes. And either one atleast have an equal chance of being correct. Numbers A krill with a will So, what would you do. I'm sure we all are a little more than Krills without wills who end up swimming inside digestive juices of a whale.

Maisie Brumble is a fictional character, who is the ultimate hero of the movie "The Sea Beast". And this is not the only quote that she happened to utter. She also said the history written in books can be wrong. And for the nature of it large part of historical records are actually wrong. But that is for the discussion on another day. Today, we can see why heroes are not always correct. Why you can be a hero and still be wrong? There is danger in a hero's journey. Every hero runs a course of multitude of calculated risks to win the title of the Hero at the end of the quest. Sometimes they never succeed. And when they do, they will go into the history books as brave people who conquered their fears against beasts. Who are such heroes? There are plenty, there are political leaders. Historical war heroes Like Napolean, Mathematical geniuses who dedicated their whole lives on cracking brain teasing equations that nobody wants to do. And there are local heroes in each and every town. In families, single mom's, elder brothers, head of a pack of wolf. As you can see everyone is a hero if you consider life as a pursuit and you are successful in your mission. But, that little wisdom from the children's movie marvel make me realize there is great danger in this view of life. Heroes What if we become a hero, winning a battle that not ours to fight? What if we chose the wrong game? This is the risk that we run when we chose to play the game of heroes according to society rules. The society is not always correct, in-fact time and time history has proven the society is proven to be wrong many more times than we think. 21st century is better than 20th century in every aspect of the human life. Hence, who were thinking that games of the 20th century were the games that brings meaning to life were wrong as we have defined better meanings to life. They were correct, relative to their own time and space but not anymore. We know historical mistakes of many such heroes. Consider Wehrmacht of Germany. They were considered heroes until they learned that it was a historical mistake of monumental size. So, if you think you have picked up the correct side in battles of 21st century wait until its 22nd century for our children to prove that we were heroic fools. How to overcome the problem? So, if you can be a hero and still be wrong, how can we get over this problem? Nobody wants to become a hero for wrong reasons. I think the solution is provided in the problem itself. You have to have some self-doubt in your course of actions. As you cannot postpone your game until you arrive at the 100% truth in your life. But, if you are willing to accept and keep opportunity to change your course of action every time, you traverse through time. Ultimately you might be able to 99.999% correct in your path. So, doubt your core believes, challenge them every night when you go to bed. What if the things you stand for doesn't exist? What if there is no Arian nation that persist? What if there is nothing called a perfect society? The time you spent on politics would be such a waste of time because of a one lunatic. Same goes to the family you try to save from the doom. Monumental Historical Mistakes. It might seem that you never reach a conclusion when you take this iterative approach to life. But it doesn't matter. Even mathematicians satisfy themselves with approximations. It really doesn't matter the ultimate truth is an empty space. But, knowing this yourself is hard unless we are willing to examine our own minds with rigorousness of a professor of life.

How about middle east crisis affecting you? Middle east is again on fire. More than ever, it has started to overspill into the global economy and even individuals in rural Africa are feeling the heat this time. Rising fuel prices, interrupted international cargo, cancelled commercial flights. Thousands of people stranded in airports. Even if you are living in the opposite corner of the world (If the world had corners in the first place) you will be feeling the pressure and tension of the WW3. Its, only just one lifetime passed since the last world war, and here we go again. Camel Rational person's response. So, what is the solution to the middle east crisis? Yes, I am speaking to you, the random person who is reading this article. The fact that you are reading this article makes me think that you are not a busy, CEO of a company, A leader of middle east country. Or a politician, or an Oil importer. It is likely you are a consumer, just having least amount of power and wealth. It is likely you are just a commoner, who is surviving with little bit of money earned through hard work barely enough to provide food for your loved ones and once a year vacation. Which you will have to postpone this year. So, now we have established the background, I would address to 99.99% of the world population. Think about it for a moment, What is the solution to the middle east Crisis? When I look at responses of my colleagues, general public and everyone who belongs to the 99.99% of the population, I can only laugh with myself. I think about it for a moment, I can see the rockets, launched, ships destroyed, markets collapsing. And I can see I can do nothing about it. I am not the president of the United States, neither of Iran. I am not an owner of an Oil company. I do not have shares. I am not stuck in an airport in the middle east. What good is I talking about it with my friends would do to resolve the issue. I am not even interested in going on a protest Infront of the US or Iran Embassy to stop the killings, even we are thousands of kilometers away from there. In-fact, I feel like it is one way flow. Like I am not the independent variable of this "Middle east crisis" function. My involvement would have no effect on the outcome. Crisis How does this differ from inaction? I do not mean that 0.01% who are directly involved in the ruling of the world, has no connection with the rest of the 99.99% of the population. I am not against action, according to the values and views of a person. If you are an Iranian, I would agree your choice to defend. If you are An Israeli, I would agree your rights for the land. But what I am thinking is me talking about something which is out of my scope of action, is stupid. So, I do not talk about it with my friends. I keep on laughing at the people who panic. They do not even know what their own scope of influence is. We can only change a limited number of variables. It is better to work on my writing while the rest of the world is fighting. As, that would have the ability to influence or make a change. Other than that, I still chose to spend my entire afternoons looking at the brilliant colors made by the sun reflecting on the middle east dust. There is enough stupidity in the world, that it would just do fine, without one stupid person. So, what is the solution to the middle east Crisis? Don't worry about it. And it is true for at least 99.99% of the population.

This is a topic I will revisit often enough so I remind myself how amazingly I can spend my own life If I was just aware of everything it has to offer in a given instant of time. The way we are going to look at it today is through the eyes of an economist at a budget line principle. I will give you a simple example. What is budget line principle? Imagine you have 1000 dollars which you can spend on anything you like. And you only have this amount for a whole month. Although there are thousands of products available, you will only use this on food and clothing and some medicine. As hunger and health are fundamental needs of a man. Now imagine you have 2000-dollar income. Then you might spend more on shelter. And little more on food. Increase your imaginary budget by 1000 dollars and see what happens. As the budget increases so does your needs. And at 5000 dollars per month income, I am sure you will become seriously overweight, unless you have mastered self-control. But unfortunately, we are animals, who have built in systems, that, naturally and automatically we will consume more when there is abundance. Hence, majority of the effluent society will race towards obesity. Piggy bank What is the solution to tackle unlimited abundance? A simple solution would be to reintroduce budget restraints on our spending. The important thing this does to our system of consumption is make us aware of our own spending and use it only on essential items. Because each and every choice we make would make us more restraining on our next choice. This has been used successfully in some of the modern weight reduction apps. Where you are allowed to "spend" imaginary cash on any item of food but within your budget constrain. As an example, if you have a budget of 20 dollars for your day, if you spent 10 on McDonald's you will be left with only 10 for two more meals. This has shown to be more successful than trying to diet on a regular basis (according to the Yale lecturer) This made me to think where else I can use budget constrain principle? What else is limiting in our day to day lives? How about time? You only have 24 hours per day. If you chose to watch films 6 hours straight, you must really value and enjoy doing that. Otherwise, you're going to suffer of the opportunity cost of 4 extra hours wasted of your life. How about viewing your life as 72 days. One day for each year. If you spent one more year doing those stupid Mundane tasks of achieving nothing, that is 71 more days (one less) to spend on other things which are important. Is it really worth to continue what you're doing? How about words you speak? Can we put a budget constrain on our words? Can you survive with speaking 100 words per day? How about 5 words. Just to notice how many unnecessary chits chat you do throughout the day which doesn't improve your or someone else's life? How about number of words, and examples I chose to give you in this article? How about I can use only 1000 words in each of my article, with a 3-minute reading time. So, I am aware of valuable human time spent on these words. Maybe it's just enough to pass my message and I would choose words wisely. Choose your words Wisely So, how else are you going to spend your rest of the day? Provided that you're aware of that the day would end at 12 midnight, maybe you should stop crying over whatever is gone and spend it on your pursuit.