Breaking a Break

It's been a long while since I've written any sort of write-up. Heck, it's also been a long time since I've wanted to, but decided to put it off because writing one's thoughts on-screen can make one vulnerable to emotion - something I admit I've been trying to avoid lately. But here you are. And this is another post. Best we get along with it.

Now that the Lakers are finally through chasing a three-peat, miserably failing to do so in the process, I'm initially left with rooting for the Bulls for the remainder of the playoffs. Bummer. Sad, if you may. But hey, we all go through different stages in our lives, some better than others. Even if it won't be clear at that instant. We'll see where it goes.

Lately though, there's been a lot of things going through my head. Some sad, others quite desperate, but most of the time they're of the future kind. You know, that thing a certain speaker told an audience: creative visualization? Yeah, it sort of sounded quite like that. Only thing, there is a certain level of balance that one has to achieve in order to get the most efficient output. Not claiming here that I do, but I think I may have an idea. And to have that thought in mind is the most likely first step.

I've been wanting to do a lot of things. Take care of this, start that, read these, conquer the world...you know, the usual stuff most of my kind think of. Thing is, I lack some sort of inspiration to be able to carry through these stuff. It's not like looking at a bunny rabbit is enough to make you smile - sometimes, you gotta grab that scene and make it yours. Literally and figuratively. But how do you start? Is there an e-book over on Demonoid  that allows you to do so? I think not, for if there were I would have long found it already. The Missing Manual, it'll likely be called. But who knows for sure, really.

In all honesty, these are all rants. That part's quite obvious. What it isn't is what you ain't reading, and those are found between each and every line you've just read. I'd give a trip to Paris and Rio to the one person who is able to find out what those thoughts between the lines are. Seriously.

To each his own, my friend. To each his own.