weird

Weird? 
There are people who cry when they hear folk music, no matter what. 

There are people who eat paper and have never really felt like questioning it. 

There are people who listen to you like they’re in a car waiting for the light to change, even though deep down they really are interested. 

There are people who prefer to lounge around the house in unconventional clothing. 

There are people who haven’t had sex yet and people who’ve had sex eight times this week and you can’t tell them apart because they’re equally kind and well-adjusted and happy. 

There are people who are on the internet until 4am and you assume they’re looking at porn but they aren’t, they’re reading about underground rivers and concrete graveyards and abandoned subway stations. 

There are people who you’re know for ten years and one day you realize you’re never once seen them go to use the washroom and it’s because that’s the way they’ve wanted it. 

There are people who talk to themselves and learn a lot from the conversation. 

There are people who are not in the target audience yet are the truest fans. 

There are people who would jump at the chance to do pornography if asked but they will never be asked and that’s fine 

There are people who almost never smile but are almost always happy. 

There are people who hurt their best friend and when asked why they say they don’t know, and they really don’t. 

There are people who enjoy peanut butter banana bacon sandwiches and always will. 

There are people with the same hidden opinions and fantasies and together their thoughts are a silent parallel world where secrets are few. 

And they tell me there are people who are normal, but I don’t know what they look like because I’ve never met one. 

And neither have you, so why not compare yourself to real people instead. 
WEIRD. 

what is life for?

''What life is really all about...''
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Greek village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Greek on the quality of his fish and asked, "How long does it take to catch them?"
The Greek replied: "Only a little while".
The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Greek said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.
The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Greek fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play cards with my friends, I have a full and busy life."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Athens, then London and eventually New York where you will run your expanding enterprise."
The Greek fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?" To which the American replied, "15-25 years." "But what then?"
The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions ... Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play cards with your friends."

freedom...

Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is a mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love.

To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something and it is only such love that can know the most beautiful freedom.

I think that freedom grows when one meets with like-minded people.

Freedom is not to be able to do what you want,cause some people are more fortunate than others,and have more money to do whatever they want whenever they want,but that doesn't make them free,freedom is love and when you have love the whole world is beautiful,all people are one family.The biggest problem in our days we all want I WANT,and when people get what they want they feel depressed after,but if they don't get what they want they become schizophrenic.
Money can buy you a bed but not sleep
entertainment but not happiness
religion but not heaven...

For me freedom is to be able to follow my will/dreams/passions/choices.
To be courageous, to move forward, to take steps in the direction I choose.
At a practical level I feel free when my body acts as my mind commands and they are one or in sync and I feel as a whole.