Men and demons

A favorite topic the last two weeks. Demons. A recent game ranks demons as the seven deadly sins. Pride being the strongest demon. Demons aren't physical people who look badass and wear cool shades and have horns. This makes the threat more real. The reason I call these sins demons is because sometime we don't have control. We cannot beat them morally. We are blinded and stupid. Sometimes we even encourage it. By that time I realize that I am inoxicated by it and stand at a moral cross road. Face to face with the demon. Given a choice. It will tell me tales of rewards.

Pride.Soberbia. I am right. Everyone else is at error. "love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbor." I think to myself that they are commiting the sin. Isn't that ironic.

Envy. Invidia. Surrounded by talent I often evade company. I become envious. I desire the talent that I could never have or have ever earned.

Wrath. Ira. Easily induced. Never satisfied. Examples to numerous and embarrassing to name. 

Sloth. Socordia. The subtle one. I never realise it before its to late. Then regret sets in. Meeting this one face to face is hard. He promises time. Who can argue against that.

Greed.Avaritia. This one does not need much explaining. Something at the cost of someone else. Time. Effort. Money. Wine.

Gluttony. Gula. To drink and eat excessivly. Wine. A drink to many.

Lust. Lujuria. Impure thoughts. Desire. If this demon were pesonified it would be a she and would look something like megan fox with horns.

ITs very easy to fall prey to these demons. I think I have all of them inside me. Just waiting for an opportunity. It is a constant battle between me and them . Somehow I have always known that. The scary thing comes now. And I will recall this very reluctantly. There is something inside me that is immune to these specific seven demons. I discovered it the other night. Its very hard to describe. Almost animalistic. For a minute it didn't care for itself. It had no desire. No need. No emotion. Pure animalistic instinct. Talented. Beautiful. Undiluted. Then it was gone.

Question is: Is it man or demon ?

Human temper

I finally feel  I have something to write again. This is normally would be regarded as good news but today I'm writing a more critical article. This weekend I discovered something inside myself. Something I always new was there and in fact I have been looking for. I have ranted this formula for years now. We dictate our feelings and thoughts and God dictates the actions of the universe. He has no direct control over our minds. But our minds are forged by the events in our lives. The image jumping to mind is that of a japanese style sword. First the ore (In a powdered state) is dumped into a special oven like fire pit. Here the fire is fed by oxygen , the heat melts the ore and it forms chunks of metal. Those chunks of metal is placed in a block formation wrapped in paper and then shoved into a fire to melt together. Then it is beaten. And folded. And beaten. And folded. And eventually formed into the blade shape. This entire process takes a while.
We take life changing decisions everyday .We are told on a regular basis that life is suppose to be fun and care free. Said who ? We are placed into a fire. A fire that is so hot that it changes who we are. We change on a regulare basis. I know people who started liking seafood overnight. It is true that life happens. Good or bad. We are constantly disapointed because we are told that our train is coming. One day your struggle will end. It wont. Sorry. Its going to be hard. Just when you think nothing can go wrong something will hit you in the face.  Losing someone you love. Between all this chaos and uncertainty you are even forced to work. Hard. Study. Evolve personal relationships. Invest in non personal relationships. You take weeks at a time. Day in and day out doing this job. It’s a permanent contract to. This goes on until you are at you maximum stress capacity. Taken out of the fire you are beaten into shape. Something life changing happens. New job. New love. Tax. Jail. A child is born. A friend is taken away. We have no control over the beatings. And there is no stopping it. The only control you have is being good steel. Forming as you should in the fire and hammer. This constant pressure shapes us. We have an ultimate form and person to become. God will make sure that we become that shape. If we do not shape in the fire He will keep us there longer. If we do not fold under his hammer then He will beat us harder. Fortunately for you , you don’t have to like it. Common miss perception.  You don’t need to believe in God for him to exist. Sure you can crack under pressure. Feel sorry for yourself and shoot yourself. It is something you can do. You upset the balance of the universe but by that time it isn't you problem anymore. If you do decide to stay tuned it gets better.
When we are in shape we are cooled and polished. We are then treated. If you haven't noticed by now(then you shouldn’t be reading this and this whole sentence is completely redundant. Yay randomness) I am obsessed with talent. Not my own . By the way. Its been “beaten” into me that I am not talentless. “I just don’t know what my talents are”.  I know people who are very talented. Their very presence could fascinate you and art talent to bemuse.  That is why I think a master who polishes as katana is someone who needs to be respected. A sword is polished with stone .Rough stone first and then finer and finer. Until a drop of water and dust. If you ever get the opportunity (and not tell me I’ll hunt you down) to hold a real katana in one hand a sheet of rice paper in the other you will notice that you can cut a straight line through the paper. Those swords are sharp. The sword is then given to someone who has spent their entire life studying and training to be able to use that sword. Years of physical and mental exercise to make a piece of steel cut through air and make it sing.
I suppose it is  very cliché to compare a persons mind and life to the forging of a sword. But to do justice to the smith , the polisher and the master we have to consider doing the following:
Consciously make every decision. Taking into account that every choice you get is life altering permanent and has consequence.
Be the best you can be. Once again very cliché but not doing every thing you can wil make you feel like you lost. No matter how small the event.
Try to have fun . This is hard for some people because to some having fun means getting hammered and dancing into tomorrow. Having fun means to smile at work. Pleasant conversation with everyone around you. Making the place feel nice.
I'm going to stop now since those sound like some spam email. Forward those to ten people in your mail box if you care for the [insert charity here] in [insert country here].

Tell tale.

To let myself sit and write. My subconscious control my thoughts. Thoughts are scripted into action. My actions dominate my feeling. My feeling fuels my subconscious. There are other ways. Alcohol breaks down the conscious and fuels desires. The desire to love, commune and seek redemption from the norm. Yet cut down by the double edge sword. Alcohol justifies lust, rowdy behavior and making an arse of yourself. The next morning is then followed by loss of memory and the cogitation process is replaced with necessity of hydration. And searching for car keys. This effectively rules out the possibility of mankind progressing intellectually by getting hammered. Who knew ?

Then returning to work the following day and discovering that the world did progress. Without you. People having conflicts of the heart and people fell in love. Reading how people have found there special people in there lives. I could compare it to the shots stroh 80 that someone dispensed unto my person.(I actually do know who it was and will return the favor). I used the term could as to indicate that I haven't. Yet. The reason is to avoid seeming petty and jealous.
Seeming is better than being after all. Then they really get annoying by rubbing salt cured daggers into my wounds by complaining about their lovely predicament. Eish.

Nuff complaining. On the bright side are the insights gained from the so called status updates. Relationships? Whats love got to do with it ? As much as I dislike other people's happiness it does deliver some insight to the human psyche. For instance. Would you love someone if you knew every secret in their lives ? Do you love someone less if you keep all those secrets from them ? I have some pretty deep dark secrets that nobody knows but me. And I'm trying my best not to know those secrets myself. On the flip side. I have erased any evidence of my past misdeeds so she can probe all she wants. These dark tales from my past has no influence on my present self. And thus no reason for recalling.

Then again learning from peoples past is what we do. We will suck the life out of any piece of information we can get and cringe and shudder and secretly enjoy our victory of finally knowing the truth. Justifying our actions with noble intent. Why other people do this is a mystery. The reason I do it is to justify my own past failures. Not being alone is what drives me in this maddening quest. Once I know the truth or discover the secret then its simply a matter of keeping it to myself. I have yet to find a darkness matching my own and perhaps never would simply because it being my demons. After all being in the pit is a lot more scary than observing it from the outside.

I feel alone. Don't look at me like that.

A famous writer wrote a short story long ago. Go read it! The tell tale heart - Edgar Allen Poe

The Wordsmith.

Drawing upon other for inspiration tends to take time but finally I have done it. The term wordsmith has stuck in my head. And I like it. The word creates a picture of a noble arcane masters pouring there souls and feelings into structured symbols to filigree words. Picking feelings , formulating questions , recording truth. Oh the bliss of appreciating the finer of these elysian jewels called words. I shall become an apprentice! I shall learn the art of wielding the right tools. I vow take delve deeper into the ore which comprises my thoughts , desires and emotions. Fine, elegant fruits from the forests of my memories. I will accentuate! I will make the world fall in love with fictional characters. I will riddle with a play of words and amuse with written humor.
To achieve this I must intoxicate my mind with ambrosia of the masters of literature. Seek out the sages who's talent comes as naturally as the wind and as straining as the river flow. I must erase the ideas in my mind that has become corrupt by fashion and form in their stead ideas conjured from study and hard work. I admit to being but an infant in the arts. I am willing to stress my mind, humble myself and credit my teachers. And if I find no willing teachers I will learn from masters past and draw inspiration from the mountains or the clouds. U wull learn to use words of power. Fabled to grasp at the soul and control the mind. I will one day become a Wordsmith.

The straight and narrow.

Be warned. I'm back to blogging with my old pc. Woot. How did I ever make it without The Sage? /bow. I am intrigued by a certain pattern in my life which I feel the need to explain. Its called a pattern because there are multiple instances who have no connection to each other. This pattern is as follow. I have three good friends (who didn't put each other up to it and in fact hadn't at that moment even had contact) get the idea that I "bat for the other team". First and foremost: I am not gay. I am not even closet gay. I love the company of the fairer sex. I can not express this more without being a barbarian. And that I fear is the problem.

The three friends who started this trend are usually the three most charismatic and eventually everyone will follow suit without even a shred of evidence. I am smaller built than most of my friends. I prefer the company of intellectual women over attractive idiots. I can have a decent conversation with a homosexual person as easy as I can have a decent conversation with anyone. I like classical music and read as often as I can. I don't sleep around with every women I can get my hands on. In fact I don't have a girlfriend very often.

Does this make me look gay ? The fact that these individuals call me things like queer Pierre and princess doesn't even concern me. The fact that there is a pattern does. Do not however get the wrong idea. I am still very secure about my sexuality and I'm still heterosexual. (Sorry to those readers holding there breaths) I just find the coincidence interesting.

This post is a lot shorter than I anticipated so please comment and spare me the trouble of brain storming something else to write.

I am never Wronk.

This post will be with spelling mistakes. These are intentional to prove a point. And I am working on another PC without a a dictionary program to which I am very reliant.

To err is human . This I know. In fact I know more than anyone else that I am not perfect and very capable of making mistakes. Note : This isn't written by "Will (Italic)" since its not a negative perception. Admitting you are wrong isn't supposed to be wrong. There are many different ways of being wrong. The worst is knowing you are right.

I know I am right. I know he was wrong. I know why I know I am right and I don't want to admit that I am wrong. I want him to admit he is wrong. And the sad true very very annoying fact is that , that makes me wrong. I want to be angry at the universe and curse all living for it and that makes me wrong. How can I judge someone else when I am wrong ? That makes me wrong doesn't it ? The irony.

All said and done there is no escaping it. You can not move on. You can not go back. And saying sorry is agonizing. Even more so because I did nothing wrong. Am I right ?

Now if that didn't confuse you then imagine how I feel. The human soul doesn't consist of any special gas or magical substance kinda like gooey smokey blueish matter. The human soul is the sum of decisions, thoughts and feeling. That is the beauty of it. God made us by fitting us into a plan. A plan that takes place over an infinity plus one second. A plan so carefully laid that we can't even imagine the consequences of different events without blowing a mind fuse. (Lost two trying woot!) That is how we are created. Am I wrong ?

And now with this knowledge I will tempt to repair something broken inside me. Its going to be tough. But atleast I have made the choice to try. Which just might be the bravest thing I could do.

Will keep you posted.

I feel like a puppy in a thunderstorm

A famous writer once wrote " Being friends with him is like standing on a tall mountain during a thunderstorm , wearing a suite made of copper and shouting " All gods are bastards!". "

Error. Access Denied.

Will is back . O h one's petty mind. Inferior in rank or status. Ive been carelessly sharing and throwing around ideas again. In effect chasing people away and ruining lives. My subconscious isn't pleased at all. Strangely I'm not in a particularly bad mood. It's just all the psyche phenomena that are starting to get to me. One example is that I will totally forget about this whole article a few seconds after completion. I guess its my mind's self preservation mechanism at work. And to make it even more difficult it keeps on injecting insane thoughts into my head. Like "Tell the truth". And I'm not talking about I did something wrong so ease my guilt truth. Im talking about "No honey , its not the jeans that make you look fat" truth. Luckily I haven't said anything to damning. At least not to the point of getting death threats or having my car keyed. Back to the ranting.

I have a follower. Woot. I am honored. I suspect you feel obliged but the sentiment is no less appreciated. /blush. As a return in favor her blog site is www.feylian.com go read it and experience an overwhelming feeling that you are not as talented. Now !

Like I predicted the words have stopped. Hopefully I can muster some inspiration later today and will add some more ranting.

I feel so 5 seconds ago.

A politician once said " If you are going through hell, keep on going. "

Life, death , infinity , grace.

We all eventually have to deal with death. People die. Statistically proven. 1 out of 1 people will die. Deal with it. I have made peace with that fact a long time ago. Yet I still hate funerals. I understand that nobody likes them. I hate them. Not because its sad and morbid and well ... sad. Its because you always learn things about people. And learning something about a person who has left this world really annoys me. I have so many questions. Especially because of my quest for talent.

On Saturday 19 September 2009 we said goodbye to a very very talented man. He could speak five languages. In biblestudy a week ago he did a prayer for everyone of his children, children's children and their children. That is remarkable in itself but what makes it more spectacular is the fact that he did it by praying for each individual. By name. I can't even remember half of the immediate family. Oh the things I want to know ! /dramatic sigh. If I would have to recount all the stories I have heard of this great man then it would take a lot more than these fingers could ever type. One that I am willing to share is a personal story. Nobody else knows that this happened except me and him.

When we were still living on a farm a few years ago they came to visit. Even back then he was old. Sadly the image in my mind I hold of him is of feebleness from age. Even more tell tale signs would reveal themselves. Memory. Weak body. He was so old. One evening , after everyone has gone to bed I snuck into the kitchen for a snack. Out of nowhere he appeared we started talking. At first I obliged out of politeness. We started sharing stories. Of course he told more because more of my life revolved around computers which wouldn't have interested him anyway. One story he told me stuck in my memory. It was of an old friend who was sick and on his dying bed. He was alone at home for the moment when a snake made its way into his bedroom to find a cozy place to sleep. As it climbed onto the bed the man reached for his cane and lowered the snake back onto the floor saying " Wyk satan". He repeated this until somebody finally came to his aid and removed the snake from the room. When he finished telling this story it was well into the early morning. What began as obligated manners turned into sheer childish curiosity. It was a night I would happily repeat and sadly would never again.

As we sat staring at his coffin I felt the tears well up inside me. It wasn't because I missed him. I did not grieve his death. It was because I knew he was with God. And suddenly I had an image of him bowing before the throne. Young and alive. Smiling. Happy.

Hamba Kahle Baba


I feel like a young and healthy idiot.

I famous writer once wrote:

" - What is it that a man may call the greatest things in life?
- Hot water , good dentishtry and shoft lavatory paper."
Cohen the barbarian in a conversation with Discworld nomads

No title needed.

I finally feel inspired enough to blog once more. I have been filled with a new vigor. The power of the Spirit flows around me like a gentle breeze. Personal growth is attained by acts of courage. Such an act was perfomed. The reward. Power, enlightenment, exhilaration. The act. I finally got the courage to attend a Bible study. And it was good. We discussed the Spirit and now I feel more intouch with it. I could rave about it for a long long time but I'm not qualified.



And thus the real topic of the blog. One thing mentioned was sin. Fully devouting my life to the Lord is (and I say this for lack of a better term) dificult. I have made my peace with the fact that we are all sinners and that is something that we can't change. But once you realise that you are sinning there are certain grey areas for me. Being a gamer doesnt help. I've killed things in every manner possibly imaginable. And I know that its only fictional. Is it sinning anyway? I even blogged about it the other day. To this I would have to soul search. Simply giving up on gaming is by far harder than quitting smoking and drinking.



And now... /deep breath. The other problem. I am a person obsessed with talented people. I recently met an old friend. Her blest talent is beauty (Sage 1 .The quality that gives pleasure to the senses). Not only is she physically beautiful but she obtained the ability to wield her appearance like a sword. She could cut you off in mid sentence with a look the suggests chocolate brandy body shots. The kind of look that can banish cheap wine and make you want to drink elegant and expensive wine on a light spring day in the country side in France. (ooh loving the sage today . W00t!) Siren , delilah, enchantress, femme fatale, temptress. Burn out my eyes for glancing at you will surely fill my mind with sin. Not entirely so dramatic but you get the picture.

A famous(awesome) writer once said " Give a man a fire and he is warm for a night. Set a man on fire and he is warm for the rest of his life.

I'm feeling like I possibly could rule the world.

District 9 and the V word.

Right. Soz for the wait. The truth is there wasn't much to report. :-)

Now I have to blog before upgrading to Windows 7. Woot.

Review Time.
District 9.
This movie is the rarest of rare. I need to watch for every South African for the same reason why every survivor of the Titanic has to watch a chick flick version of Titanic.
The plot well thought out and if there is a book then I would love to read it. The dialog is enough to make every well educated SAfrican cringe and yet it is very realistic. /sigh. Btw. I have noticed that a lot of the younger girls (Matric etc) say things that couldn't possibly exist in any afrikaans handbook. When I say something like " Praat asseblief mooi." They would reply with " Ek doen praat mooi". WTF ? Ek doen dink ju klink soos 'n idiot. Stop that please. Anyway. The lead character in the movie District 9 is a SAfrican that acts a SAfrican. He even curses in Afrikaans a lot. Normally the normal church going person would really be offended by the use of the "V" word. This is the Afrikaans version of the "F" in English. Okay. I'll say it once but note that I am not a person who uses it and every SAfrican would be offended if you used it against him/her. The word is "Voertsek" /shudder. Lol. V. The word that must not be said. The Harry Potter syndrome is kicking in again. I am not reviewing the movie much because there isn't much more to review. All the movie really does well is make every SAfrican, black , white or pink look like either an idiot or an asshole. Which makes it sadly a very realistic movie. Except that there are aliens. O_o

Met some interesting people over the weekend. A lady that dances and works with PC's.Woot. And a gaming family.

More on that later.

The report. The city of Glod.

Keep in mind that my giddy vocabulary will not justify the events of last night. We decided that throwing caution to the wind was the course of action that would produce the best results in the given circumstance. So we went the city of Glod. With its streets of glod. We found a delightful little establishment called Kyoto @ Tokyo Sky. /shiver at recollection. The menu featured " japanese contemporary" dishes and would look exactly like you would imagine it would look like in japan. Even the price was only written in the amount without the currency symbol as to create the illusion that you could pay in yen. Made realistic by the fact that it's probably the price you would pay for it in japan. Example : Bottle of Dom Perignon 2400. Bowl of ramen 60 . etc etc. We ofcourse had to start with a light sushi meal. Here I have to aggrandize. The flavor deserves it. Sushi that melts in your mouth. The kind that for a single moment nothing in the world matters or even exists. I am looking through a dictionary now to find the right word. Look up delicious. Comparable to another situation that humans (and apparantly dolphins) can experience.

Our main course was unanimously decided. Ramen. An enormous treat. The food was higlighted with the situation that was unfolding around us at the venue. It is a very rare experience when three friends dine out. Its important to try new places and break the monotony of everyday life. This was infact even more the rare occasion because of a private function. Imagine our surprise when the whole restaruant starts filling up with women. Of everykind, shape and age. And then our surprise at hearing the conversation inside vary from lapdancing to other exotic forms of delectation. After our meal however we decided to visit the club part of the venue called Tokyo Sky. The music and dancing was fantastic. The best part of the crowed seemed to be to young for the night scene , more so for a Wednesday. And still the place was packed. Amazing.

That sums up a night in the city of glod. Under its murky exterior it is just possible to find a gem. And that is what we did.

Now on to the next event. The weekend. MPLD friday. Woot. Pale in comparison.

Famous Writer said “It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living.” Terry Pratchett

I feel Red wine and bits between my joints. Fortunately in my brain to.

Woot Springy ness.

Do you feel that ? It's like the excitement before your final exams. Hard to explain. I don't even know if its just me. But its here and I am loving it. That feeling when you see a beautiful girl stick her tongue out at you and then disappears. Like lying in the shade on soft green grass. Like sitting in the forest shade with absolutely no place to be and no hurry to get there. I think I feel /bounce ( A tribute ;-) ) And I think its because of spring. Although it could be faith or detox to. Now its time to use this new perception of the world as a powerful, magical, beautiful place to do ... stuff.

Its almost like the adrenalin is waiting to be set free. As if I (for once) am ready and I'm waiting for the opportunity for something amazing to happen . This is something I can not waste. Not this time. And I will take it tonight... Will post tomorrow the result.

May contain content of an adult nature.

May contain adult content

For those of you who are easily offended and do not like my negative alter ego please click on the top right x now. If you are using mac go … nevermind.

Adult content by Will

I respect all idiots young and old. Not really but it makes them feel better when I say it. Then someone went and said that content for children is meant for children and will always be meant for children. And he created Tom & Jerry. And it was good. Then some idiot went and said all adult entertainment must be created for adults and made adult movies and series etcetc. And it was goood. Now. When in the name of all that is good did an idiot decide that we want children to be able to watch things that are supposed to be watched by adults. So lets take away everything that makes it adult. /hate punch air. Let me explain. I am a fan of Terry Goodkind. It is an awesome series of amazing books. Meant for adults. 1 Because there is violence and nudity involved. 2 Its over a 1000 pages a book over 10 books. And it was 10000+ of super high quality fantasy fun. Go read it. And they decided to make the book series into television series. I got excited. For you to understand my argument you need to watch the series. In my version* the lead actress is supposed to strip down naked and kill people with a bunch of grown men (also naked) following her every command. I can here all of you going " Pervert" but I'm not. Read the bloody book. She does this to show her willingness to fight and lead. It is something beautiful and sacred. That my friends is my problem. All the beautiful and sacred things that I want to see is being trashed by the media because it could be offensive to little children. /Growl. I want to see swearing and half to full nakedness in my games. I want to see people getting ripped to shreds when I shoot at them. I want my adult entertainment. And I don't mean porn.I don't mean abused people perverted by money grubbing idiots. I mean passion , power, art, beauty. Things misunderstood by the idiot on the street but beautiful to us who know what it stands for why it is as it is etc. /tear in my eye. I have been waiting a long time for the privilege and now its been censored because some people cannot control their children. I hate you idiots.


Btw. I love the word play on "May contain content of an adult nature". Think about it.

I am a gamer. I dont have a life . I have many lives.

I am a gamer. I play games. I have been doing this my whole life and consider my life the same as any other game I have ever played except that its on the most difficult setting imaginable. Without save points. And a poor stats system. On the other hand it has its ... hold on , just gained a level.

I have decided to use bold for a personification of another characteristic. If it doesn't work I'll just edit it out everywhere and you'll never know that is existed.Because I can.

Right. On to the blog.

This weekend was pretty interesting. We had a visitor with an extremely interesting ability. It was in fact a she. She had some sort of power over our minds. A few minutes into a conversation and I found myself babbling like an idiot and making jokes only I found funny. I found a effective counter after a few minutes and it involved switching off parts of my brain and rerouting the processes. This also allowed me to be insanely drunk without having to drink a drop. Woot. Honestly . You women and your pheromones. Like pepperspray that smells almost-kinda-nice-cough-actually. All this chemical imbalance and lack of alcohol led to me looking for other ways to destroy my soul. I danced like a maniac.Sobre. Did things I wouldn't usually do. Sobre. At this point I feel the need to explain. I don't usually stick my feet out the window while lying on the back seat of a car or laugh like a lunatic after eating chocolate.

Back on track. You women have a superior advantage over us men. Like your justification why jocks are better than nerds. I also had that conversation with said female and it went pear shaped. I dont know if all women have the ability or if it was me tripping but she won an argument with " thats how it is" / bow head in shame. I will rant about that issue. Maybe even later today.

If you are going through hell, keep going. - Winston Churchill.

I feel like a 30 year old's stuffed animal.

Wow. And there it is.

My blog. Let me just start by saying sorry. To everyone. This will be an attempt to explore my more creative and (arguably) interesting sides. A rather weak attempt since I usually don't spend more then a few moments on anything if there is a reasonable amount of effort involved. Please , I bespeak you. Comment and correct. Argue and mean offense. I haven't been in school for a few years and fear my grammar and spelling will not be up to scratch so feel free to correct me. People look down on me and criticize me everyday so I can take it.

Now. I may sometimes seem very negative and lack any kind of self confidence but that is all a ruse. I am in reality very positive and open minded. That as might be expected , is a double edged sword because once you make a mistake the world tends to " hold it against you". I will one day create an alter ego in this blog and he will be the personification of the little dialog inside my head. You may not like him but then again you shouldn't.

I will also take inspiration from other (more creative , intelligent and experienced) bloggers / bow. You know who you are. If you feel that this is wrong and you have a problem with my style then you are more than welcome to comment. I will not promise to do anything about it but thats life.

Now. With no further a due. My blog.

There are some things and people in life who glide over our lives causing no measurable effect and then moving on. I have noticed this at a young age and have made a point of noticing everything and everyone. Not very successful but I gave it a shot. This on the other hand has created an onforeseeable side effect. I have surrounded myself with friends who are talented. Very talented. More talented than I. This has had its positive and negative results. Between them they have the ability to rule the world. Musicians , writers, politicians , people adept at science and mathematics etc. I on the other hand have no noticeable talent in any of these and this in turn lead to depression and self loathing. I decided that I was getting on peoples nerves and my own and decided to try a different strategy . Fortunately having talented friends means advice and wisdom is in abundance. Woot. I am back on track . Not hating myself nor loving myself. This * is an ideal compromise. I can start a quest to discover something about me that is unique and powerful. Exciting isn't it ? I will also use this blog to document my findings. And share other peoples talents etc etc.

Quote for the day would have to be " The act of being better is predetermined by the act of trying to be better"

I feel inspired.