Vigor

Though my steps through life have been both slovenly and clumsy, I, as a human being have been granted the benefit of witnessing the harsh realities that bites down on the everyday person, shoved in my face with a rude vigor not unheard of, neither coveted.

And via these minute (albeit many) facets of chance, I have watched testament after testament that people are easier inclined to obtain traits that are deemed brave, be it in a positive manner or otherwise. It’s general knowledge (although it does not apply to all) that people act in the interest of acceptance, either by a group of peers or by a single other person. And you will hear a great number of denials after this statement saying that “I do this because I believe in helping others”; “I BELIEVE” is the phrase that drives the deed, as the individual strives to convey this image of him/herself as being gold-hearted.

Of course there are the few in which these do not apply.

And this brings us to the knowledge that the reason why we refuse to perform great deeds, is because whatever great deeds we perform are paled in comparison to the glorification of, say the man who signs over the HUGE cheque, or the woman who invented sustainable cold fusion so Russia can live throughout their winters.

When a man is easily inspired to entirely alter their perceptions towards certain aspects based on the convergences of little moments of what we could call divine afflatus, why is it so strongly prevalent, the ongoing idea that mankind will be influenced by great deeds of men/women/child/hermaphrodite of whom are forced into being heroes of circumstance whom are then publicized and commercialized, when it is those who perform tiny acts of altruism driven by nothing other than choice that create the heavyset difference that inspires people to adopt momentary disregards of self…


WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY POINT:
TODAY, I THREW ¢20 IN A BEGGAR’S HAT AND HELPED AN OLD LADY CROSS THE STREET.

WORRSSHIIPP MEEE!!! Haaaakakakakakaka


Sorry. The espresso chocolates have kept me awake and I have jabbered senselessness into the night. I have currently 5 incomplete items that I wish to post, but I am stopped by the fact that:

1. The items are incomplete
2. I can't complete them because i'm uninspired
3. Espresso Chocolates
4. I can't remember
5. As Truman Capote once said, failure is the condiment that gives success it's flavour.


: )


Happy reading & Sleep tight,
your sailor-boy (regulated)