Let -X be

…like melodies are to musicians… that is what math is to me.

I find comfort in figures, numbers, logic, patterns,

trying to find solutions, knowing that there IS one.

No matter how long it takes me – no matter how many steps I have to take –

No matter how little I know of it – there is always the assurance

that an answer exists. It’s only a matter of getting to it. Eventually you do…

it flows… most of the time, it is effortless for me to understand something.

If I don’t, it isn’t difficult to try. It’s not exhausting – not energy-sucking.

Predictable, but not routinary – the basis of every theory

that exists is consistent – the methods differ.

You are reflected in the way your reasoning flows.

You all get there – only using different routes.

You can always find any unknown.

When in doubt, you can discover other ways to be sure.

When you make even just one wrong turn along the way,

you will NEVER arrive at an accurate conclusion.

The answers are in black in white, never in gray.

Your methods consist of a combination of everything

you have known in the past.

Everything is cumulative – everything relates to each other –

everything applies to something else. No branch of it is a “stand alone”

ambivalence

Sometimes we just want to delete few things in our own lives, thinking we might have lived it better....but do we really? aren't they a part of what we are today?

why do we want to forget these people...is it because we are still in pain? but then again, the ambivalent thing about it is, why do we still want to be so much a part of their lives knowing that we or they fucked up? why are we still related, knowing that the communication already has ended? why are we still affected hearing that they hurt, they are out there happy but lonely?

why do we care so much? is it because we just want to meddle with their life? is it because we are control freaks? is it because we enjoy the thrill of chase, is it because you don't want the friendship to die or it is because we just want the best thing for them even when you know you will never be a part of their success anymore...you just want to stand from afar and cheer for them and be proud that once you were a part of that person.

but do they care? No!!! They don't know, so why do we care? we explicitly ignore them, but they simply eat your thoughts.

Loved a starfish!

A friend of ours was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up, and throwing it out into the water. Time and again, he kept hurling something out into the ocean.

As our friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had washed up on the beach and, one at a time, was throwing them back into the water.

Our friend was puzzled. He approached the man and said, "Good evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing?"

"I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it is low tide right now, and all of these starfish have washed up onto the shore. If I don't throw them back into the sea, they'll die from lack of oxygen."

"I understand," my friend replied, "but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach! You can't possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many! And don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast? Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?"

The local native smiled, bent down, and picked up yet another starfish and, as he threw it back into the sea, replied, "Made a difference to THAT one!"