A story? No, just an incident

 ..and it was not fun. It was just not my time. But something made sure I realize that. For some reason I cross the road looking towards one direction, ignoring the other - which usually almost never happens, music in my ears, thoughts in my head, and WHOOSH! a Truck goes by really fast, its wind brushes my face 2-3 inches away from me. And I just keep walking as if nothing happened. In bed at night, it all comes to me. Lying there sleepless staring at the ceiling for hours, not sure what to think. Till now I'm not sure what to think. Is it just not my time to go yet? No matter how much you might feel in control, there are moments that humble you in life, a slap of reality, reducing you to who you really are: a mere creature of many, a biological life form that is able to ask questions and pass on knowledge. A creature that is capable while extremely incapable. The oxymoron of human existence has filled books throughout the brief recorded history, without any concrete answers to th

 The word "Comedy" has had different definitions throughout different periods of history, whether during the Renaissance, or in the age of Tik-Tok that we're experiencing right now. Then comes Life, and people start going through what they would call "tragedies", then people go through periods of desperation, internal conflicts, which then cause a " knot " in their system. A lot of those " knots " are formed during the early days of their development, whether physically, mentally or emotionally. The problem is that people mostly - without proper guidance and mentorship - end up living by the rules dictated to them by those knots. Its just like an athlete quitting his career because he has a muscle spasm that's affecting his motion, whenever he moves he gets pain. What makes sense to do is to fix that spasm, and carry on, not let the spasm define how his career will move. Same thing happens with emotional or mental traumas. You usually see

Someone has advised me recently to go back to writing, so here it is. The changes that took place on yours truly on the recent years, have basically made me less poetic, with less patience for digging into the literature of everything and everyone passing through the story of my life. Some of the gained abilities - while surely walking towards 40 - actually cancel out many of the 20s and early 30s assured wisdoms that I thought I have gained. The only thing I haven't lost I think is the ability to express in clear words how things are, or how I feel. I also haven't lost the ability to avoid confrontation, but I think I have had better successes recently than before. The only thing that stays as stable as Time itself, is the fact that I am my only best friend, no matter how many people surround me, no matter how much I feel for / or against them, no one gains access, no one can predict what I'm able to do, and very few people are able to read me. The more the deeds that defy