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Life In Motion - A Short Dialogue“Hey…what’s up?”
“Hey. Umm..it’s nice to see you again. And.. I’m sure you know already.
Yet, I’ve stepped out again, beating around the bush,
casting a fishing line into sea where fishes don’t exist.
You know how desperately I want to change right?”
“Yeah. You’ve got so much ahead of you.”
“Really… yeah. Really? How much assurance would it take to believe that?
When I know part of the equation, other than belief, is hardwork.
All the turmoil and striving, moving, necessary to keep living and to survive this battle called life..
And.. I don’t want to strive this way, anyway.”
“I know what you mean.
It’s how people give the choices and actions they’ve made all the credit, right?
Indeed, what would one be without action? Without the pressing on, the moving forward?”
“Without all that…one would be nothing..
He would have looked back and be filled wit
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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