The beauty of chaos.

There is this thing about people that makes them think that girls don't lie. They don't, they merely create chaos. Now I don't want to pretend like a sexist. The truth, as a matter of fact, is ugly. The truth is chaos lies. Just as Muscles need to be constantly contracted, I believe because of how life turned out, that nature is constantly giving Aaliyan message to change through weird and random events, that life in fact requires you to both look forward, but stop step back and then reflect. It's a process. New Aaliyan. "If I had my future self/new Aaliyan to my head and I had to eliminate unidisciplinarity in my life, how would I do it?". This question, as nature gave me a hint, harnesses my inner "freak of nature". As they say, Awaken the giant within. This question is my Lamborghini. We all have our Lambos of life. We can cultivate this superhuman habit through practice. Nothing beats it, except the All-knowing. Just as Ben Horowitz, from book "Hard thing about hard things", had a bilnd date-turned-to-marriage moment with his wife, namely Felicia, I believe we all have a future, if only we're willing to see it throught that question I elaborated before. Just work with it. Life is really like a blind date. No one knows who will he be sitting next to. But as I said, questions let your thoughts to surface, either on paper or your subconscious. I use both the "vomiting on paper" and subconscious approach. As I write, I'm sitting here in Rawalpindi, Punjab, Pakistan with a vest and a short pajama. I guess, the temperature is 45+ degrees Celsius here. This is September and my God, it's freakin hottish in here. You should see me when I'm "escaping" from school to home, kidding, meaning when I'm walking with a fucking dress pant and dress shirt, which is our uniform and I'm wearing a shoe. That's how I come home. Yes, it's freakin' hot in sunlight. And yes, I have no vehicle whatsoever.