- The Minefield Theorum
I'm not good at writing serious shit, so imma try my hand at it now. Besides, it helps with the self convincing. Besides, i dont think it'd be "writing" so much as "confused and disorganised words and clutter that can be used to stain the minds of the young, or block windpipes."(It does bring a whole new meaning to having crap-shoved-down-your-throat).
It doesnt help that im sick enough to feel an elephant the size of ohio decide to tango in my head every 5 minutes. And the damn thing isnt even doing it right, it keeps adding steps. And since when did the tango involve a piledriver?
So dude, right, you wanna really do something, right? But, like, you're afraid of the outcome right? Because either way, things may (and probably will) end up screwing you over worse than a ten-tonne monster-truck with a strap-on, right? But you really wanna do it, right?
So do you do it?
The smart man laughs at this scenario and realises that since there is no gain in doing so other than to clear impulses, simply gives the reply: "Of course not! Stupid man! Go back to your whistling competition with the kettle!".
I dont consider myself the brightest spark in the fireworks. But im compelled to do it. Its not because ive made some surreal pact with the devil, its not because i LOVE getting myself in sticky situation and its not because i do not like green eggs and ham.
I would do it because there is nothing to gain, but something to lose. And since imma lose either way, i might as well satisfying my impulses kthxbye. "But Jeremy!" You ask, risking your position in heaven, "What can you possibly lose from just staying put! All shall be as it is! All shall be fine and dandy! Raindrops keep falling on my head!"
I'll elaborate. Imagine a minefield. You're stuck in it. You can either sit there, and rot, or get out. liberate yourself. Move.
There is another patch 30 metres away from you. Here's the snitch- there's alot that could be in those 30 metres. A claymore? A remote?
If fear grips you, flip to page number "1- 0- 5- 3- 12"
If not, flip to the next page. And move on. Determination.
Because nothing is holding you back except your own fear. Brace yourself.
Would you rather be confined, afraid, in that tiny space? No sssir.
You lose opportunity. It's more than a window now. Opportunity is like time- it comes, and it goes. And no amount of tampon sacrifices would bring it back. You couldve done something, and you couldnt. You shouldve done something, but you didnt. And now you'll never know the outcome.
Utter a ten-four and drive on blind.
Opportunity waits for no one. It doesnt care if you lose the only chance you've ever had. It wont give you compensation lives, and it wont let you restart the game with the hit of an "esc".
Thats what you lose. You lose what you didnt do. You lose a chance, an opportunity to see the results. You'll never have known. You'll never had experienced. Boom.
It's times like this you just cant hesitate. You have to attack to move forward. To clear your path. To create another big conflict that you'll have to fight your way through. Again.
If you wanna do something, do it. Consequences? Yea, i know. You're just gonna have the bear it. It's just another mine. Another beartrap. Another sandpit until you reach that finish line. You cant fear moving. You cant just stay in a spot. You're gonna meet them, its inevitable. its just a matter of time. You cant let fear delay your advance.
Then you'll be victor. Victor and failure and failure and victor. Every failure, every setback, every unforeseen consequence, every mine- It strengthens. And you'll just have to keep on going.
Fear is just one big headache
'
Im going to move forward. There's something i must do.
And im asking for trouble, really. I am
"You called down the thunder, now reap the whirlwind."
'
I just hope i've smeared my swords with enough aspirin.
I'm not good at writing serious shit, so imma try my hand at it now. Besides, it helps with the self convincing. Besides, i dont think it'd be "writing" so much as "confused and disorganised words and clutter that can be used to stain the minds of the young, or block windpipes."(It does bring a whole new meaning to having crap-shoved-down-your-throat).
It doesnt help that im sick enough to feel an elephant the size of ohio decide to tango in my head every 5 minutes. And the damn thing isnt even doing it right, it keeps adding steps. And since when did the tango involve a piledriver?
So dude, right, you wanna really do something, right? But, like, you're afraid of the outcome right? Because either way, things may (and probably will) end up screwing you over worse than a ten-tonne monster-truck with a strap-on, right? But you really wanna do it, right?
So do you do it?
The smart man laughs at this scenario and realises that since there is no gain in doing so other than to clear impulses, simply gives the reply: "Of course not! Stupid man! Go back to your whistling competition with the kettle!".
I dont consider myself the brightest spark in the fireworks. But im compelled to do it. Its not because ive made some surreal pact with the devil, its not because i LOVE getting myself in sticky situation and its not because i do not like green eggs and ham.
I would do it because there is nothing to gain, but something to lose. And since imma lose either way, i might as well satisfying my impulses kthxbye. "But Jeremy!" You ask, risking your position in heaven, "What can you possibly lose from just staying put! All shall be as it is! All shall be fine and dandy! Raindrops keep falling on my head!"
I'll elaborate. Imagine a minefield. You're stuck in it. You can either sit there, and rot, or get out. liberate yourself. Move.
There is another patch 30 metres away from you. Here's the snitch- there's alot that could be in those 30 metres. A claymore? A remote?
If fear grips you, flip to page number "1- 0- 5- 3- 12"
If not, flip to the next page. And move on. Determination.
Because nothing is holding you back except your own fear. Brace yourself.
Would you rather be confined, afraid, in that tiny space? No sssir.
You lose opportunity. It's more than a window now. Opportunity is like time- it comes, and it goes. And no amount of tampon sacrifices would bring it back. You couldve done something, and you couldnt. You shouldve done something, but you didnt. And now you'll never know the outcome.
Utter a ten-four and drive on blind.
Opportunity waits for no one. It doesnt care if you lose the only chance you've ever had. It wont give you compensation lives, and it wont let you restart the game with the hit of an "esc".
Thats what you lose. You lose what you didnt do. You lose a chance, an opportunity to see the results. You'll never have known. You'll never had experienced. Boom.
It's times like this you just cant hesitate. You have to attack to move forward. To clear your path. To create another big conflict that you'll have to fight your way through. Again.
If you wanna do something, do it. Consequences? Yea, i know. You're just gonna have the bear it. It's just another mine. Another beartrap. Another sandpit until you reach that finish line. You cant fear moving. You cant just stay in a spot. You're gonna meet them, its inevitable. its just a matter of time. You cant let fear delay your advance.
Then you'll be victor. Victor and failure and failure and victor. Every failure, every setback, every unforeseen consequence, every mine- It strengthens. And you'll just have to keep on going.
Fear is just one big headache
'
Im going to move forward. There's something i must do.
And im asking for trouble, really. I am
"You called down the thunder, now reap the whirlwind."
'
I just hope i've smeared my swords with enough aspirin.
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