A Dam of thoughts
Why do we so much let the devil mess with our behavior? Why do we allow our stupidity get in the way to our success, and get in the way to the things we want the most? Do our deeds mark who we are now and what we could and what we could not deserve? Is good so far away from being with us and for us? It is a fierce fight alright, a battle of the two classic sides of an inequality. The inequality is an inequality and not and equation, simply because both sides are not the same. At one side is good and the other side is not good, so how can you say it is an equation? It is so very true that our minds work the most at the moment of crisis. And at the same time, once your brain is working maximum power, it is so easy to pour a small bottle of ink at the output of the turbine, to alter the color of water coming out. Yeah the brain is like a Dam, holding up a lot of water behind it. The more the brain works, the turbines inside rotate to let the water out, emitting a great amo