Chronicles of Fly

The spectacle that was the FIFA world cup 2014 has been done and dusted. They say good things come in 3's, for Brazil they came in 7, but I am not going to go there. They came, the crushed Brazil and they conquered. They made Lionel Messi cry for Argentina. Yes, the Germans won the world cup. And what a world cup it was, the joint highest scoring world cup in history (with France 98), Brazil 2014 had it all. The football was so good that everyone forgot about the unfinished stadia, deaths during stadium construction and anti government protests. For a month, all things in Brazil revolved around their beloved Selecao. Since the premier league won't start for another 16 days, I am left to reminisce on world cup memories. There is a myth that men are not very emotional creatures, the hack who said that clearly had never watched a football match. Nothing displays the range of emotion inside a man or a woman like a football match, more specifically when a goal is scored or concede

Being content breeds happiness, finding joy in the little that you have, gives you a feeling that the rich spend their fortunes searching for. Wise people also go on to say that love brings happiness that can’t be described, probably because it’s chemical and chemistry is hard. I failed it in first year at varsity, so I would know. I once was very content, I was so happy that if it was a company I would be a major shareholder. I was in love, I was chemically elevated, so high that I’d probably fail a drugs test. Imagine testing positive, for love.  But that was a long time ago, so long that I don’t remember what that feeling is like anymore. The only thing more debilitating than succumbing to love is losing it, love like other drugs should come with a warning. A warning in big red letters, “Love is stupid, love is blind and love will make you lose your mind.” But that won’t stop people from going ahead and falling in love, they will do it regardless. They will end up const