What a glorious start of a day - to find a headless dead bird in front of the house door, not to mention all the guts and feathers around the place.
Ignoring the symbolic meaning of this spectacular view I take a step outside. I can immediately feel the rigorous wind warning me not to expect spring soon. Winter will not last forever -- stop taking a piss, dear.
Nonetheless, it is not that I care. The warmth that I've been receiving and sharing keeps me far far away from reality these days. It shouldn't be interpreted as my daily life being totally oppressive though. It is just a power of society and existence of dreams that lead us to cheat on everyday tasks that we have to tick off.
Facing reality is fun. I've tried and it works indeed.
At first you feel scared, especially if you get time to evaluate all the outcomes. Then you swallow all your possible emotions and pride. You try to find the right words for such pointless situation. Like talking to a kid about his Herculean labours and looking as serious as possible still hiding the smirk deep inside. Like an adult.
At that very moment I understood most of the tricks that wise men use. I realized that I had been chiseled out at this point. Even though I was sure I figured out their set-ups.
But now I know, wise men do it just right. They make you think you are winning without recognizing that it's only a lie portraying in your own petty world. And that's how the magic works.
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