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Sequel Of The Familiar Journey

(August 2010)

Every new location I go to, every new people I meet up, every situation I enter into – it constantly offers a whole new story…but there are characters that remain in every single new story – playing the same old role – whether a bad ass or the other way. They are the same people that you work with everyday. Like in every film, there are good and bad episodes in real life encounter too…and these fellows in one way or another contribute to make or break a nice tale. Everybody has its choice what to highlight in their own stories…but one component that is vital – something that cannot be omitted is the climax, otherwise it becomes a non-sense piece of effort. It justifies the direct message of the entire story. It always comes after surviving from a bad situation and getting victorious over the bad guys. In reality, you cannot simply murder to get rid of someone that besets your way. That is way more difficult to handle. Self-control becomes the most valuable virtue in a stressful situation.

Disrespect, insult and humiliation are the common cause of trouble in movies that is not far away from happening in real life. I have tried different strokes for different folks that fortunately have worked…however everyday it is not always the case at times – tough heads need a tough strategy. I am in the process of working on a new formula to attain balance. There is always second chance for the sequel if the villain remains actively disturbing. The goal though is to get into the finish line alone, not to finish the bad ass that blocks the way to finish line. I´ll run through it if it gets me out of the line when necessary though.

There might be grounds to some behavior for becoming such a yokel which I don´t care anymore because we´re all grown-ups and have the respective degrees in college. I simply want to see the beautiful world – wishing my sight remains unblocked otherwise displeasure burns out my eyes that could make the hell blockage set on fire.

As the scurrilous journey progresses into the unknown destination, I am still facing at the same horizon that fills me up with positive energy. It is only sad that everything at certain point comes to an end. Even the world has its South and the North end points; I too can possibly reach the end of patience at one point. Ten times goodness we share to the world cannot compensate one deliberate act of insult or disrespect in an absolute certainty. I am not perfect and so everybody; there´s no difficulty accepting that fact…but intentional vilification is something beyond imperfection. My sensitivity is set on its lowest mode, my mind is open as the oceans we sail…but some acts just get straight to my nerve.

Thank you and goodbye. My gratitude for the opportunity to know how bad a good man turns out in difficult situations and goodbye for being Mr. Nice guy who cannot absorb shocks anymore.

This story parallels the radical indie films which depict truth about life in a low scale effort but high in reality which most viewers and or readers ignore because after all movies and articles have to be either entertaining or disturbing in order to catch attention. The world has a lot to offer including its bad side so others may get a warning which we all deserve to know. In contrary to my previous posts (balance of nature works on me this time); It is not always fabulous being away from home because you have no one close when you want to blow up – it´s fabu-less in some respect actually. Thanks for the electronic and information technology where we can unload all deep dark screaming sentiments and share it to the community of sick and brilliant people who misunderstand and understand the bad and the good.

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