19 Jun 2007


was reading the fountainhead(again) and dint finish it(again)...but had to give this excerpt a mention....right in the beginning, on pg. 16, is one of Roark's first bit of expression that gives u an insight into his "monstrous" ideas.

Every man creates his meaning and form and goal. Why is it so important- what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right- so long as it's not yourself? Why does the number of those others take the place of truth? Why is truth made a mere matter of arithmetic? Why is everything twisted out of all sense to fit everything else? There must be some reason. I don't know. I've never known it. I'd like to understand."

This got me thinking.
Why do I not accept my self-worth? Why must I deny my abilities and fake humility in order to be a good human being? Why do we thrive on acceptance? Why is there is a right and a wrong way of being offbeat? Why does the system get me down? Why is something cool and something else not? Why have I always been told that the competition is better than me? Why does the competition affect me? Why is it that when I know my purpose, suddenly I'm insane? and why is it that if realization of that purpose happens to bring me worldly success I'm eccentric, a genius?
You would probably say something redundant like, "man is a social animal." Well, is he?
Why do we make such general statements?

Why is everything so B&W???
Where do I put my shades of grey???