Well, this upper class woman who craves attention (even if it is only from herself that she gets it), who is loquacious without substance, and who goes on a shopping spree at the drop of a hat, is the by-product of the pursuit of fame and fortune. She is the opportunity cost of attaining a fortune. What living being likes to live a life that laws of nature had intended for inanimate objects? Even pets need personal attention. She is a spouse; another human being!

After years of living the artificial life, this (sorry excuse for) existence becomes life itself. Once that point is reached, she no longer feels for her partner. Of course, how could she? He is hardly ever there. So she spends her time hanging out with others like herself whom she had, at some point, been introduced to. Inevitably, they find lots in common, and start hanging out together. ‘Birds of a feather’, after all. However, there is such a thing as dignity. Well aware of the fact that she has nothing positive to say about the state of her relationship (does it still exist, she wonders) and the joys of family life, she discovers her tools of saving face are: (1) her man’s earning potential, (2) her (artificial or otherwise) looks, and her gift (or is it…?) of the gab.

Put them all together, and voila!!! You have the typical sexy, overly chatty, extravagant woman who desperately seeks credible recognition from the world. Perhaps she does not realise that the self-portrait she is trying to paint is rather a discoloured one.

How could she? After all, she gets a lot of support from certain members of the opposite gender. These are men who seek the good life with no strings attached. What better way to live than to enjoy the pleasures of life financed completely (or at least to a great extent) by another, and not have to take on any of the usual responsibilities of such an existence. Of course, they have nothing to lose. Hang out with a rich playmate for some time, make the most of the situation, and then move on. Likewise for her: no commitment, no botherations.

Yes, altogether a very… superficial existence. As an ex-manager of mine had put it: “all fart and no shit”.

Yes, transcience is a constant in life. In fact, the whole circle of life is based on that single fundamental concept. Being born, growing up, starting a family, watching it all happen with the next generation, dying: it is all a part of that continuous cycle.

Honestly, your deep thoughts do have a slight hint of pessimism in them. But then, that is generally the way uncertainties are regarded, isn’t it? Human beings are naturally resistant to change. An irony if there ever was one, really; considering the fact that the only thing constant is life is change!

As for change in relationships, just because things change a little doesn’t necessarily mean that love decreases. As for love itself: yes, the best policy in love is to let go. “If he comes back…” When a relationship comes to the point where it moves out of the heart and into the mind, one knows it’s time to re-think the whole thing.

But hey, all said and done, life’s beautiful: an adventure, a joy-ride, an exciting journey of gaining knowledge and experience. Enjoy yours!!!!

But writing is a no easy job, in fact it isn’t just a job, it’s profession..it has to come from your heart, it has to come from within or you fail. Just too bad, people in this industry, if not given a big break, are not well compensated despite the awesome talent of coming up with words being seen on prints and other media or digging and delivering facts while being faithful to the journalism ethics. Others even experience hassle and a piece of hell just for the sake of journalism and yet, they aren’t paid well. But it isn’t about the money at all, it’s about your heart being into it.

So did I ever regret taking up journalism? the answer is No. But sometimes you cant help but wish you get proper compensation for being part of this industry.

He is alive, He answers prayers, He never forsakes. He is my friend, in fact my best friend, my father, my fortress, my deliverer, my Savior… and the list goes on. He is the Messiah… Jesus, the living God.

I don’t want to sound so dogmatic or preachy here… I just wanted to share to you the God I know. I never forced anyone to believe in the same way I do, but it is my fervent prayer and desire that they also experience what I have experienced for having this incredible connection or relationship with Jesus. never deaf, never mute, always here for us. Just call on Him.