Make a list of people you trust, and ask yourself if they know that you trust them. Do you think that their attitude towards you depends on the answer to that question?
When I was young
I once decided
to use what I
had learned in school,
and write a poem
so terrific,
to show the world
I'm not a fool.
I haven't made enough mistakes
for I have never missed a class.
Today, I'm reaping the reward -
I failed the most important test.
I thought I learned,
but I'm a fool, and
barely now I understand,
that all this time
I built and ruled
a tiny castle made of sand.
Mistakes...
If I had had some more,
I'd save us both all both
from grief and gore...
Why do I cry when it rains?
Maybe I'm hiding my pain?
I don't want the world to know
about the mistakes I have made.
It hurts me so much that
I'm bleeding inside...
The universe knows
and cries by my side...
(previously unpublished)
Having harvested some knowledge in this field, I think it is time for me to share my wisdom and tell you what I discovered. My entire experience has been distilled into a simple bulleted list. Note that this information is very very valuable, handle it with care and do not use it for any unethical purpose.
Power is nothing without control. You've been warned.
It's time for an experiment - this time it is about turning a right-handed person into an ambidextrous one, but with a twist (tm).
My inability to use the left hand efficiently becomes evident in the context of a badminton deathmatch*; when the right hand is tired you either start making mistakes, or you hold the racket with both hands trying to use the power of the left hand and the coordination of the right one. Either way - you will continue losing energy and the opponent will most likely defeat you.
* my flavour of badminton is different from the norm - tennis rackets instead of badminton ones (they are much heavier and bigger), the shuttlecock is reinforced with a metallic screw embedded in its head (this way it flies faster, higher and farther).
If you investigate this matter, you will sooner or later bump into stories that explain how the brain works, how its left side controls your right hand and its right side controls your left hand. You conclude that your left hand is not very skilled because your right cerebral hemisphere needs more exercise. Is that all?
It is a pity that I write
only when skies turn dark in hue,
that only sadness makes it out
as crawling ink on paper-blue.
When I'm with you, thoughts fly away,
not grief nor cold can shade my day.
You make me shine, I forget pain
and writing too...
(previously unpublished)
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