On this day, Pascal constructed his mechanical calculator capable of addition and subtraction, called the pascaline. Although Pascal has his fame in the convenient representation of binomial coefficients, he was the one who invented Roulette, in his search for a perpetual motion machine. Sounds fun?
Legends say that he was a monk hideous about the calamities happening around him, along with his friend Fermat. And why not? He was a devout Catholic and theologian who often disappeared on secluded retreats to focus on his work. Where better to find solitude and peace than a monastery?
You sojourned silently in my heart like a perspicuous rain drop.
Yet, you interpreted the sitch as a whole.
You filled up my world with pride and joy of thunder.
Your solemn, and rapt smile captured the dreary, colorless soul.
… And transfiguring it by ceasing a blunder.
Thou occupy me the mystical herald and cajole.
… And indelibly conquer my veins to become my eighth wunder.
You know life has halted for no reason embarking attitude. Life was part of the Donovans of fierceness, where people laugh at each other tackling the horror stories surrounding themselves.
Life is an emotion of eventuality, thus making it rich and awfully intertwine, yet embarking a gorgeous latitude of happiness and sadness. If it wasn’t for the lost euphoria, life would have shaped to be a small world of melodrama where life would laugh at all the technicalities at us.
Fools were taught, not to fight with love as they were the ones to win over and over again, thus finding inhospitable environments in unexpected places. Shattering thoughts struck us, and thus made the abondance of happiness and gloominess. Life knocked and made them cry for reasons unknown to many.
If only we were allowed to gaze past that secret door to centralise our curiosity and thus making love bear trust.
There are predominantly three kinds of people in this world. First, the ones we love but don’t get any response. Second, the ones who loves us but we dont respond them. Third, the ones who loves us and we love them back.
The biggest problem in our society is that we think too much about the first kind, quite a bit about the second kind and completely forget the fact that the third kind of people do exist in our lives. Well, unsurprisingly they are the ones who loves us the most. So if we have had the prospect to measure love, we could have saved ourselves a hell lot of time thinking about the amount of yearning we composed. We could have then realized to value lesser known relations amongst friends and families a lot more. We could have valued the desirability of unconditional love. Love that’s wholehearted and unreserved.
We all reserve our exactness for the special ones these days, but deep inside we tend to pretermit the idea of cutting loose.
Love is not blind. It is statute and is all manipulated until it relents. Love is madness. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. But had it not been for those extreme convictions it could have been a different story all together.
Your life is just a presentation of your own belief that contradicts with most people on earth, yet there’s a reason behind that certitude. Life is beautiful. Amaze past it with ease.