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His final breath is amongst friends and family, too weak for a true farewell. And yet, he lingers still. He watches over those who watched over him that fateful day, guiding them forever upon the right path, so that they may one day be reunited in the land above.
The door slammed once more in the man's face. Luckily, he learned by now to stay a good distance away from the door, to avoid an otherwise inevitable injury. He was a traveling salesmen, one of the few that remained. Attempting to sell an obsolete product in a obsolete way, he stubbornly refused that the internet was the new way to shop. He believed in a simpler time, when human interaction was not confined to behind the gentle glow of a computer screen. This wasn't the first time the door was slammed immediately on his face, nor did he believe it would be the last. Gathering his things, the salesperson put on a brave smile, carried his briefcase filled to the brim with info upon his product, and proudly began his trek to his next possible (but not probable) customer.
Murder... what brings one to the thought of murder? Is it desperation? Jealousy? Greed? Perhaps it is an act of panic, a split-second impulse decision? Murder does not simply end one life, it ruins dozens of lives. Murder can only leave some survivors wishing for death, and such a crime can only be punished by the same fate.... an eye for an eye, a life for a life.
Systems define how we live as human beings. Without a proper system, we have no order, no justice, no discerning right from wrong. But some rebel against the system, try to destroy it in the belief that it will set us free. But such a move would only entrap us all within the ensuing chaos that a lack of a proper system would bring,
Features can make or break our self-esteem. Features may be small, but they can easily provide a massive amount of stress. One could become obsessed with something as trivial as the size of their ears, or a mark on their hand, that they believe such a imperfection is the cause of all their emotional grief.
We cannot get caught up in the imperfections of our features, but instead we must idle on what our features compliment. Those eyes you say are too big? They look beautiful behind the glasses you refuse to wear. That mark you constantly hide? You earned that mark in a courageous deed. Learn to look upon these imperfections with pride, for these very imperfections are what make you truly perfect.
Ah, the irony this word holds to me. Just recently, I suggested this site to my friends online. Of course, i do not use my actual name, but instead the username "The Cool Guy." Ever since, they've referred to me as "Cool." Even as i write this, I am in a conversation with one of these friends. Little moments like this always give me a chuckle, and a brief smile. I simplyy adore them.
I've never been much of a talker growing up, but recently I've blossomed into a rather social person. I'd like to believe that i have my friends to thank for that, as well as a rise in self-esteem and all-around confidence that I've gained recently.
Responsibility is massive. It's a weight that will always be on your shoulders. Some crack under it's pressure, others excel and see it as a challenge. But what decides who falls and who stands? It's hard to say, honestly, and it's certainly above my knowledge. All we can do is wait and see who will be the first to fall.
You know, i'm a growing fan of musicals. Extending my thanks to "Turnabout Musical" for this new interest, as of late I've grown to like musicals. Now if only I could understand some of the conversations I have with my friend who truly adores them, then perhaps this subtle interest could blossom at last, and truly grasp my attention.