Prophetic that turned out to be. It was a while since i spyed such a blue sky. Or felt the warmth of the sun. But i remember a brief, chilly breeze. Would it be heresy if i curse the weather? Regardless, i do it all the time.
It matters not. It changes naught.
Rest in peace. Certainly, you are in a better place. Perhaps we will meet again. And i will never push you away then.
And you. Purple looks good on you. Smile. Live.
You know what they tell you about hard work? Key to success and all that? Lies. Damnable lies. But of course, i never speak without solid evidence to back up my claims. From personal experience, no less.
Today i willingly went outside for the first time in many moons. The weather was extremely favorable. Unfortunately other people thought so as well, and there were people everywhere. Disgusting. If there is one thing to like about winter, it is the lack of people happily walking around outside to enjoy the weather. Ah, but i digress.
Back to my original story. As usual, i had a clear goal, a task to accomplish when i left the house. I wanted to take pictures of birds. So i walked all the way to the park, where i came across a horde of humans. Trying my best to ignore the pests, i focused my attention on sneaking up to an unsuspecting bird. Unfortunately, i never came across such a bird. They all seemed to be just as suspicious as i am. As soon as i got close enough to take a good shot, they flew away. This flight and seek continued for an hour (yes, an hour of effort).
Exhausted and demoralized (mostly mentally exhausted from Effort), i sat down on a bench to plan my next move. Five minutes later, a single bird comes right up to my feet. Within 10 minutes, i had a flock of birds at my feet. They looked at me hungrily. Perhaps they wanted to eat me because they were starving from the crappy winter. But of course, farhan knows no fear of small birds and other similarly harmless creatures. Gathering the last of my strength, i pulled out my camera and started shooting away. The birds, perhaps mistaking my camera for a gun of some sort, flew away after a long, tense standoff during which i managed to get some very nice pictures.
So as i have proven beyond unreasonable doubt, effort is a waste of time. Just sit on the bench and wait for the birds to come attack you.
They were out to get me. I know they were.
