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Sometimes I get in this mood. This I don’t want to do anything / I want to do everything kind of mood. You must be thinking - how could you want two opposite things at the same time? There’s no good answer to that. The answer lies somewhere between your desires and your capability to achieve them. Sometimes, the more expectations you have for yourself or for your day, the less motivation you have. It’s paralyzing to realize you have set yourself some very desirable goals but you do not have the slightest idea of how to get them. Hell, sometimes you can’t even articulate them and put into words what it is you want. What it is that is lacking in your life. You just know you want to be like that guy or this girl, you want to live every moment and party and enjoy and not have a worry in the world. But you don’t know how to get there. So you stand still. You become passive. You want to do it all, but you want to do nothing at all...   

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Why I Hate Purim

Purim - the holiday of joy. The one Jewish holiday that doesn’t revolve around having to get together with your family and eat until your pants button pops off. No. Purim rather revolves around getting creative with a silly costume and drinking until you can maybe make sense of everyone else’s disguises. The one Purim food, hamentashen, is not the worst one the Jewish mind has invented (because really nothing can get worse than chopped fishballs) but you can’t really eat more than one without drinking a gallon of water to take it down. Not to mention, the Hebrew translation of this delightful dish is “Hamen ears”, and eating some evil dead man’s ears is not really the best connotation for your appetite.

So we are left with costumes. And noise. A lot of noise. And people who are making a lot of noise because apparently that’s an indication of happiness. The noisier you are - the happier you are. And Purim is all about happiness and everyone are magically on their best mood when Purim arrives. It never makes sense to me since it always rains on Purim (most times it’s the only rainy day between two weeks of heat wave, as if god is trying to tell us it wasn’t his intent) making everyone’s wigs get all messy and makeups run down.It doesn’t make sense more so because there’s no vacation on this holiday because we want to keep all the really noisy and really happy people in the country. So the most unreasonable day of the year to be jolly, is forced upon us as the jolliest. 

No one even knows why we wear costumes. It’s like no matter what country you live in, there will be one holiday revolving around wearing costumes. It’s just a thing. World leaders had come together and establish that one day a year (or in Purim’s case - a whole miserable weekend) on which all hell can run loose and the people shall let go of all reason so they can normally function for the remaining 362 days of the year. Which are by the way, the days that I like to be happy on. By choice. #whyIhatePurim

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Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it

Winston Churchill 

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I have decided I want to start writing. I’m not sure what I want to write about, but I am pretty sure it is somewhere on the range of “myself” to “everything”. My mind needs a place to unload #fillingtheblankspace