Is it selfishness to cling on to what we have and not share, or is it the development of the mind which teaches us to hoard, because we feel that in order to do so, can then we survive.

But ironically it is precisely when we let go, can we understand what is truly ours.

So many of us form our own bitter memories of particular journeys that we may have gone through, but only a portion realise thereafter that it is a twisted version of events that have been etched in our mind. That's the danger of thoughts. Sometimes, when emotions get the better of us, we tend to create our own interpretations, which sadly, is a mile away from the truth.

The tragedy, as aptly put by Henri something, is that whatever you cling onto ends up rotting in your hands.

Well, I guess in the end all everyone longs for is happiness.

Which, as many claim, is an inside-job. It's a way of thinking but let's face it, there are many external factors which, though may be indirect, nonetheless still has some form of impact of what is resting internally.

A slingshot in my hand is just a kid's toy.
A slingshot in David's hands defeated a goliath.
It just depends on whose hands they fall in right?

So in everything, everywhere, everyone, every situation is unique.

ok. rambles are over.

k.o.