So, hello dear blog. It has been more than a month already since I posted an entry on your virtual memory. I have been "celebrating" my birth day today in the most fashionable way possible and towards the end of it, I thought that this wonderful day is something absolutely remarkable, and thus deserving of a blog post.
Of course, this is an extreme sarcasm. What can you do with an empty wallet and an empty family anyway? Besides, we've been in "The Octagon" the whole day (alluding to UFC).
Not to rant in a sense though, I honestly think that somehow, a supreme being or a prime cause omniscient watching over us likes to play games. I mean, he gives you this problem, followed by this, and another one, and another one over there, and additionally a consequent problem just there, and yet another endless chain of reactions - which sums up to him fucking you up. Goodness is indeed a gift possessed by the weak. The truth is, there's nothing sensible in attaining the general good; it's just a cover up of one's inability to cope up with reality.
This is an essential lesson I've learned for the past 19 years I have been existing in this happy happy god-forsaken land. It is a question if I should be living up to the ideals of goodness, or try lending an ear to the other side within. Oh wait, let me flip a coin.
Let's wait 'til it gets back. A bird called "Intellect" caught it up there.
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