It’sīecause the honest men are not greedy and the con business runs entirely runs It is said that you can’t cheat an honest man. When you will kill yourself softly, no survival strategy ever works. It is like a nation under seize, and alas, there is no escape. And this is one war that always hurts, always wounds, always bleeds one dry, always keeps one awake through the fearful night with the shadows of the beautiful lacey curtains blowing in the gentle wind and making shadows of our most intimate fears within. It could be a conflict between mind and heart or even the soul that holds our values dear. But the most painful and fearful of all these wars are the ones with oneself. But the best of the best generals in the wars of life, always win without unnecessary bloodshed or even none of it at all. They sometimes need courage, need cunning finesse, sometimes ruthless lack of values of a son-of-the-bitch, sometimes daring flamboyant recklessness, maybe even stoic nonchalance. Often it is a mixed feeling - the agony, the ecstasy, the brutal orgasm or a complete disenchanted detachment - a shelter in the NOW. Sometimes it is sheer joy to be alive, sometimes happiness comes over from a walkover or just a walkaway, without even a careless looking back. Sometimes the objective is survival, sometimes it's plain escape from the random blades, sometimes the heady delight of beheading the enemy. For all these, we need inner strength, we need strategies. Some are more like trials than wars, they never show the faces, never let you see their pimples, just shadows, the kafkaesque faceless executioners take over. Most of these cannot be own with force or when you try for winning - sometimes you have to lose to win them.
Some of these are overt, some crude, some plain enmity but some are subtle, some barely palpable, some low key and guerilla types, some are cold as razors, some are dry like the funeral pyres. War with the Government, society, family, spouse, children, Boss, peer, friends, neighbours. It is the curse of the human that we are constantly at wars. These hands, with all the talents or the lack of them, with all the liveliness and the inner brooding, with the over-sized ego and the extra-ordinary humility, with all the goodness and the devilish designs - have been war veterans - they have fought for decades in the battle of survival. Red flag fluttering in the gentle wind, all hands on deck, war cries in the air, daggers drawn, no quarters given nor asked, no hostages taken - we must fight till the last man standing It is also related to hope and courage, renunciation and redemption, indomitable will and lust for life - the immortal battle with the dark side. It aspires to show the way, to train myself and my friends in the defense against the dark arts. Everything here is related to life and death, pains and agonies, treacheries and conspiracies, cons and deceit, treason and betrayals, despair and darkness - we just do not live in any perfect world.īUT that is why the blog is here at all - let there be light.
So if you are the one who does not have to survive, or does not care - you have a choice not to remain here.įor others, please have a seat and take cover - here anything can happen anytime and you may just become a faceless co-lateral damage. Welcome to the super-real world where survival comes first, much before the high alter preachings of excellence (for others only).
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