Hi Laseee... I Just Wrote Rubbish.

The fish that learned to climb trees eventually forgot how to drown. Nobody noticed. The birds were too busy attending swimming classes, while the monkeys held annual conferences on the importance of flying straight. Meanwhile, a snail won a race against time simply by refusing to wear a watch. Society called him lazy. History called him patient. The clock called him unreachable. Somewhere in the distance, a man spent twenty years looking for himself only to discover he had been using the wrong name for his thoughts. He celebrated by buying a mirror and avoiding it. The mirror understood. Mirrors have always understood. They spend their entire lives showing people everything except what is behind them. Which is why a shadow is often wiser than a reflection. A shadow knows where the light came from. A reflection only knows where it landed. The tree outside my window once told the wind, "You are moving too fast." The wind replied, "You are standing too still." Neither was wrong. Yet both envied each other. That is the tragedy of existence: Rivers dream of becoming mountains. Mountains dream of becoming clouds. Clouds dream of becoming rain. And rain spends its entire life trying to return to the river. Most people call this the water cycle. Philosophers call it purpose. Lovers call it destiny. Accountants call it recurring transactions. The truth is probably somewhere in between. Here's a creative piece of "rubbish wisdom" nonsensical on the surface, yet strangely meaningful when you sit with it: The fish that learned to climb trees eventually forgot how to drown. Nobody noticed. The birds were too busy attending swimming classes, while the monkeys held annual conferences on the importance of flying straight. Meanwhile, a snail won a race against time simply by refusing to wear a watch. Society called him lazy. History called him patient. The clock called him unreachable. Somewhere in the distance, a man spent twenty years looking for himself only to discover he had been using the wrong name for his thoughts. He celebrated by buying a mirror and avoiding it. The mirror understood. Mirrors have always understood. They spend their entire lives showing people everything except what is behind them. Which is why a shadow is often wiser than a reflection. A shadow knows where the light came from. A reflection only knows where it landed. The tree outside my window once told the wind, "You are moving too fast." The wind replied, "You are standing too still." Neither was wrong. Yet both envied each other. That is the tragedy of existence: Rivers dream of becoming mountains. Mountains dream of becoming clouds. Clouds dream of becoming rain. And rain spends its entire life trying to return to the river. Most people call this the water cycle. Philosophers call it purpose. Lovers call it destiny. Accountants call it recurring transactions. The truth is probably somewhere in between. If there is one lesson in all of this, it is simple: Never ask a compass for directions if it has fallen in love with a destination. And never trust a staircase that claims to be going places. It has been standing in the same spot its entire life. The best nonsense doesn't ignore logic—it hides it in absurdity. The reader laughs first, then realizes the rubbish has been talking about life all along.If there is one lesson in all of this, it is simple: Never ask a compass for directions if it has fallen in love with a destination. And never trust a staircase that claims to be going places. It has been standing in the same spot its entire life. The best nonsense doesn't ignore logic - it hides it in absurdity. The reader laughs first, then realizes the rubbish has been talking about life all along.

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