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What if we could turn back time to change things? What if we have the intuitive ability to predict what is unpredictable? Would I have known to treasure the ones around me? Sometimes it gets tiring. People in, people out. Subjective happiness isn't all that it seems. We can't just live the way we want to, concessions should be made, decision shouldn't be swift.


Incoherent thoughts I say. Mumbo Jumbo, gibberish, trash machine? Or an Autodiktat to take misery out of your life? I really can't the light at the end of the tunnel. Everytime I saw what seems to be the end of the tunnel, it turns out to be lighted matchsticks which serves to fool you into delusion. You thought it's game over, but it just doesn't stop there. The game goes on. The only way of maneuvering out of this tunnel is to play dead, or till the day you die. There isn't any hard and durile rules and regulations. You just take a step at a time. Until death realises it's arrival, you'd still be in the maze. That's right, it ain't exactly a tunnel, it's a maze with many traps.

If you think you could traipse through these amazing little hellhole, well, you are terribly wrong. You see, slaying inner demons isn't as bad as what these shitholes could do to you. Some shreds you into a pulp so that you can't put yourself together, some have psychedelic patterns to amaze you to no end, so as to counter your will to get out of it; such ingenuity, such god-like mechanism. But the most dangerous one is the one that you can never get out of, you drown or you suffer. The only device is to invoke your will-power, your motivative approaches.

The best hellhole and the least dangerous one is the one which places you in shit, then teleports you out of it back into your life of a maze. Ah, if only some of the badly hit ones could resurface and restart, or even wish for the angelic orifice: life would be re-born.