Onesided Gambling
The Spring falls, the Sun rose, upwards, then downwards, into a newly born day that peeks at tomorrow, forever and ever, for what’s left of hope is merely a shudder that perceives the world, not through the eyes of an innocent, but of a foreseeing farmer, hoping for the mercy of rain to please and extinguish their blazing flame, hoping to gain, and belong not, hopefully to the side of the unlucky. I, think, that, what injustice I hold and fervour within my right, of the optimistic, who always manages to mould and reshape misfortune into fortune? Such men say, you always have to throw off negative thoughts, as a good wrestler throws off their opponent. I say, is that the way life has to be treated, to be played always on the side of the winner? Such style of life is like having an endlessly lit bulb that you are never willing to turn off, even during the night, when you sleep, and you end up wondering why your eyes could not see well into dark spaces, because you’re ever thinking that things will be okay, that you never let go of yourself into dark deserts and caves, without a compass, and seeing the thrill of living fully. Skydivers and free climbers know deeply the feeling of living because they have overcome the fear of dying, of being thrown off from a stupendous height into the river of death, and so are able to live to the utmost extent of their experiences, with its ups and downs, not keen on tomorrow but today, the current moment, the experience they’re having Now.