Fast, but not good enough

As I sit in front of my computer typing out my thoughts, thinking as fast as I could what's the next word to be typed, frantically re-typing typos made, and re-thinking of another better words to express my incongruent thoughts again.  All these, while may take me a couple of hours to dedicate to lay down my ideas, I wouldn't have mind those hours.  I believe these hours will not ceased into the nothingness, instead as a matter of obvious fact, they will contribute to make better of self-rantings and musings at the same time.  Practice makes perfect, yep!

To learn from a brilliant physicist, Thomas Edison who found one way to make a lightbulb works, yet wasted many ways (thousands of hours!) on how not to get it working.  It's a combination of passion and determination despite pitfalls that championed all odds.  I firmly believe that!

I often complaint, many times of the day in fact, how things are moving slowly, sometimes even slower relative to what my thought experiment (Gedanken Experiment of worse case scenarios) predict they should be.  I become impatient while waiting for the overdue buses to go to my destination, to the extent comparing the total time wasted waiting/hoping/sitting in the bus to the time I would have spent walking/running to the same place.  I became grouchy over the additional minutes I've wasted on the bus, and regretted the thought of taking the bus in the first place.  In my mind, why invent these buses route that seems to take forever?  We're in the 21st century now, it should be fast!  I become restless when my programs takes more than 2 minutes to run on my computer.  Mind you this computer is designed to perform at a rate 3.0 GigaHz, and I expect things to complete in few miliseconds the latest.  I complaint about so and so along the way, how things never improved when they're possible.  I am confident that I am entitled to raise my selfish concerns with sour faces and at the same time probably increase my blood pressure and on the verge of failing my self-devised anger-management strategy.

Yet, I can't complaint on the rate at which I'm disbursing my notions now.  I can't say it's because of the unsupportive surrounding (it's pretty chilly at a moment of this writing), or my ever-stagerring typos, or my inability to find words that matches, clarifies exactly what I think of now.  Every second of this writing counts towards the flavor of this article.  None of them wasted in pursuit of the joy of jotting down, the extreme stretch of brain-storming ideas and words, the glee in my face as I will finally end this.  All I need from now on is a couple of thousands of hours to practice, tens of Hz typing rate (minus typos), full-pledge power to be passionate and enthusiastic about what I want to get across.

I found reading "The God Delusion" by Richard Dawkins has somewhat altered my view on how influential a religion can be to a cultured human.  To the point of self-destructing oneself, rather than making a person whole, inside out.  Many my fellow friends do not agree with my newly reviewed vision on how a religion works, most of whom I trust, and whom are themselves avid learners of Science and moral philosophy.