My story of a lifetime

From the day I was born, 
Into a newborn,
I have dreamt of being James Bond,
But how could I,
When I'm so afraid of jumping into ponds.
They say I con,
But I never turn on air-con,
They say I brew tea,
And make me sew leaves.
I may be small,
As small as a shopping mall,
But I have my law,
To eat raw.
The Sun is bright,
I have a bride,
Who bribes me all the time,
Usually at night.
Time is precious,
Money is delicious.
The end will come,
As all fears,
Bear it now, or never.
Care now, or suffer.
My story of a lifetime,
Floats in the endless strife.
~Solace Bane
3rd of October
12:28 PM

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No pain, no gain.

No pain, no gain. What you gain out of pain is pain. That could not possibly be a reason why people have to go through tremendous pain to gain something out of that pain. If you happened to be a masochist, I am not stopping you from reading this. But bear this in mind. Reading this might result in a syndrome whereby you decide not to be a masochist anymore and instead, a Samaritan. That would mean that you have lost your purpose in life. You are simply being manipulated by this syndrome and you can be disposed of anytime. That is, acting all heroic and show some little kids how to fly. Not fly a kite. The kite flies with you. Not just at any altitude, but one in which you will finally realise, from common sense that death looms below. At that moment, you regain your status as a masochist and try to force your way down. Plummeting into your demise. You feel the strong wind smashing your face and pleasure immediately sets in. You are about to die. And that's what most masochists fail to do. However, heaven dictates that you shall not die yet. A bird of your size flies past you. It was so fast that the hair on your head stood tall. Or maybe, it was just the wind. Moments later, you find yourself in a state of calm. And one such phrase came to mind. No pain, no gain. What this masochist has always wanted was death. But that was not the pain part. It was the gain. And the pain? It was having to suffer from the syndrome. The masochist fell, stood straight for hardly a second, collapsed and passed on. There was no blood and his kite was nowhere to be found. The masochist died in dignity. Before flying, he cut himself and make it such that he won't die that quickly. While in air, he constantly lost blood and he sucked whatever blood he could. He dislodged himself from the kite and went spiraling down. The kite was later struck by lightning. The masochist died. 

No Pain, No Gain

Now, dear readers. No pain, no gain is a cliche. Use it at your own risk. Just know that it does not necessary work all the time.

Fraternity

As what it would seem or be deemed as "Fraternity" for the title of this post, the word itself has much to speak of. In a human society such as ours and I meant "ours" for readers that I do not particulary know of but still know of the incessant way of life that we carry out and the mode of communication that only we can interpret and speak in. Perharps the day when you find out that you were once living on rocks be the inaugural run towards an anomalous form of interaction. Now, to define Fraternity. A TIE IN BETWEEN TWO brothers. Don't count on it. If you did bother to check out the definition, it would certainly help you in further comprehending the significance behind this post. And if you did not, it would work out better for you if you simply relinquish the thought of reading this. If at this point, you are already spasmodic for having read such a wonderful post, I congratulate you. You might be the first to truly defy incorruptibility. I would like to apologise if you get deeply offended. Then again, you did have a choice not to read this. Strangely enough, I have not touched on the topic of "Fraternity". Is there a topic on "Fraternity"? Guess not. But who knows. If you happened to be one who knows of the existence of a topic on "Fraternity", I applaud your efforts. Sometimes, there are people in this world who are really impractical. I'm not hinting at anything that might assail you. Among these people, there are a few who are categorised under "Brothers". I do not have a brother and would not like to go through the suffering of having to have one. In case you do not know, the "suffering" I was referring to was the experience of grevious times AS brothers. The fraternities that exist between brothers are much less to say,cogent to the extent whereby I would become their brother as well. Subsequently, I will just get kicked out of the household when I try to enter through a door that won't budge no matter how much fraternities lie between the entrance and the exit as well as being able to sense the danger that's lurking. In the end, all is lost. That's how I would like a story to end. But no, I attempted a sneak-in and got eaten up by the brother of a dog that I had once tried to kill. And basically, the premise behind trying to kill the dog was because it had a dog as a brother. Not a brother as a dog. Now, that makes sense. Well, I thwarted death a few times but I still died afterall. Didn't expect my life to end being eaten up by a dog, though. If I had a choice between that and being killed by my self-proclaimed brothers, I would have taken the second choice. But, it did not happen at all. How unfortunate, I must say.

Untitled

Let us begin with the Title Of The Day: Untitled. Or in other words, without a title. An idyllic day, isn't it? It is pretty much the same as it is now. The only difference is that it's night time now. Putting that aside, what I am going to include in my post is My Contemporary Life. What I am currently doing is posting. Elsewhere, we have many other sorts of people who does different things. To avoid misinterpretations, I have decided not to list out examples. By that, I believe you know what I am trying to get at. If not, pretend that you have not seen that sentence in the whole of your life before and continue to tread on the path of the unheard-of. Besides, it's just one sentence. Unless you tell me you are going to die from not knowing, then let it be. Curiosity does not help you. Instead, it robs of your life from reality. Curiosity is simply another form of Insatiable Desire and it brings about misleads. Moving on, my present life is like any other ordinary 14 year old kid. The three little things that in actuality, carries a huge responsibility of life, well-being and understanding. Firstly, Money. Secondly, what to spend the Money on. Lastly, whether what the money was spent on was worth the trouble we, our parents or our guardians have gone through just to earn it. Money is commonly spent on food, drinks and transports. This applies not only to me, but many others in similarity. Those who do not follow this aspect, sorry to say, if you give a hungry child or any other child in particular $2 and when they find nothing to spend on, they will come back with something edible that did not cost more than $2. Of course, they can choose to keep it. That is the extent of one's ability to deduce and can be readily taken into consideration that he/she is just a CHILD. Lately, I have been told by no one in particular that I was spending too much on nothing. I was beaten into spending extravagantly on almost nothing. And that amount was: My Time. And the total amount that I have spent was The Time I Have Spent On Using The Computer For Almost No Apparent Reason And Under Not Much Circumstances. Looking back, it really was a waste. Back to looking at the present. In contrast, I did not really find it a waste. What's happened has happened. Nobody can revert time to when it was. Nobody. Neither can I. We only have ourselves to blame for the not so fortunate events that has happened over that period of time. If it takes a fool three minutes to fully comprehend how precious Time really is, then we shouldn't have much trouble knowing what to do with it, am I not correct to say that? If we all know about how precious time is, we should all know about the importance of the current state we are living in now, shouldn't we? We all know that We, Ourselves Are Blighting Earth. Or so, scientists say. Then, we should put Time into good use for Our Planet, For Earth, And Not To Mention, For The Precious Lives Of Ourselves. That concludes my seemingly pointless post for today. Lately, I was spending too much time on keeping track of time that I have completely forgotten that I was wasting more time. Or so, I would add.

Polaris, not forgotten, always remembered.

Namely, Myself.

Good Night.

Yet someone just strolls by.

Yet someone just strolls by

A good day to everyone who did not have a good day today. Appearing infront of you will be two capitalised words:" READ THIS." Some of you may ask what there is to read. Others may just toss it aside. However, what resides in those two words are actually just another two words :"DON'T FORGET". And yet someone just strolls by. And yet nobody really has any intention of reading it in the first place. What am I trying to convey? Truth be told, there is no message or hidden meaning behind this post. Just so you know and to those who probably knows, don't think of knowing "everything". As that "everything" is not Everything the world has placed Everything on. Looking down at us is to some, God. Looking down at us is to the rest, not only God, but Earth. Every now and then, some things that occur so ever, naturally brings catastrophy to some parts of Earth. And that castastrophy is being foreseen as "natural disaster". But like what the word"natural" implies, it just happens. What is different is that it happens as and when it feels "natural". Do not question me about how it feels when it is "natural" as it is only natural that I do not know the answer. And conclusively, I dare say that God will help answer your question when you pay him a visit. Once again, "when" that is going to happen is probably improbable to SOME. Eventually, only those who are qualified for such things will know. More importantly to know is what they know. And finally, the moment we have all been waiting impatiently for. Once and for all, Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Good Night. 

I just love strolling, by nature,

AgePolaris

Valediction

Valediction

So far as we all know, I have not been posting for ages, preferably months. To begin with, what I am covering today is covered with improbabilites. For starters, how can a man fly? Improbably, he could either grow wings or best still, jump off a high building. How do you survive without oxygen? Breathe, of course. Why do you still breathe when there is no oxygen? Reason being that you are still living. As you can see, the improbablities are there. More accurately, improbabilities occur almost everywhere, every now and then and even when you are dying. Ressurection is probably an improbable thing too. To see a dead man rise from his grave is a scary, yet exhilarating sight. To actually see him being ressurected is a different story altogether. Just like how you put pieces of puzzles together to get a complete picture, you put the scenes of what you have seen together and there you go, A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SCENERIO, based on a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SCALE. So really, as what my Title of this post is implying"Valediction", I do not have much time to spare posting. I am merely pen-ing down my thoughts or more precisely, typing on this post. I happened to be in a rush, not emergenices though. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I saw a dead man yesterday. He got ressurected. And it all happened when I was sleeping- have a fun time with improbablities.

Your improbable entity,

AgePolaris(Changed my "commonly referred to name" by the way. Not to mention, on the internet, of course.)

That concludes my insignificant post today and also for the whole of this week.

Valediction.(I have decided to stick with red, but hey, this is in blue so that you could see it)