Middle-Men - A Random Burst of Inspiration, Written by Sir

Hey, there. Been a while, huh? Yeah. Well, I’m not gonna promise any surge in my article posting, and I really hope you don’t expect anything, because me actually working on something straight is quite a feat.
I’m just saying this so you don’t get disappointed if you only see me again in a year :).

Anyways, back to the inspiration! (Because if I don’t write this down right now, I might just lose it again).

So, most of you have heard of a middle-man, right? Be it drugs, business or other dealings, middle-men are people who connect two parties, so that they do not need to compromise their identities or to facilitate exchanges. As such, they come in pretty handy, right?But that’s not the only type of middle-men you might come across.

Do you :

=-Really appreciate George’s company, but you’re not really sure about his seriousness in work?

=-Like Bobby’s enthusiasm, but are dismayed by the amount of epic failures in his life?

=-Enjoy the large quantity of inside jokes you share with Karl, although he’s kind of really obnoxious at times?

=-Find that the experiences you shared with Johnny or Mark were very good ones, and that you may know them better than the others because of that, yet you can’t bring yourself to be more than a decent friend, even though you know them well?

If so, you might be the middle-man. Don’t get me wrong, you don’t have to follow these points perfectly to be a middle-man, or even if you do, it doesn’t mean you necessarily are one. This is just an example set out to give you a basis on which to *mildly* rely.

I can already hear you guys :
“But, do explain, kind sir, what your point is in all this rambling!”

Right away, then! As with most of my posts, there is no real point. Only trying to make you realize something : If you keep wondering why you don’t fit in with most people, why you’re sometimes seen as the crowd pleaser although people usually don’t see you shine a lot or even just if you can’t seem to pick a best friend, this might be the reason. You’re the balanced person, the pillar on which they connect. You might have noticed your friends don’t have a lot of common traits, while you share your lot with most of them.

Doesn’t it make sense, then, that you are the one that “brought the group together”, somewhat? Maybe not literally, but if you’re the guy that keeps helping other people out in whatever way you can, while not really giving it your, ever, this position might describe you.

If I’m not wrong, you’re the guy who separately understands some or most of your friends, while still not really knowing them.

I’m writing this because of a burst of imagination, and I’m not sure if all of this is true or not, but consider this as the life experience progression of a teenage soul, swimming in a pool of daily epic wins, awesomeness, drama, and whatnot.

Your opinions, comments, or just random keyboard-bashing with your fists are all welcome, here.

Until inspiration strikes again!

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Renascent ~ Part 3

Aaaaaand part 3.

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And then you came along. You, with knowledge of the woods, the surroundings. You, with knowledge of life as a hunter, life as prey and life as something so impressive yet so vulnerable. Your gleaming eyes and your sharp teeth, your wild brown fur and your pointed claws. As soon as I saw you, I knew. I knew you were destined to guide me, to be my guardian in this forest, appointed by the very forest itself. Your vision shall be my compass; your intellect and knowledge, my map; your might and agility, my shield.

I then gazed upon you and knew we’d be connected forever, bound as companions on a tiresome journey are. I would help you carry out your quest as you would help me complete my search for truth.And so, we set off with light hearts and steps on a random trail, while trying to think of ways to communicate, since we were so different…

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No more images, guys, sorry! Takes too much time to come up with :(

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Renascent ~ Chapter 2

I'll just leave this here.

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As I woke up, I felt an urge… a strong impulse. I desperately needed to cover my manhood. Unfortunately, the only trees around here were pine trees… As you can see, I still haven’t found anything suitable. Bah, I guess that’ll come with time and a bit of luck.

I decided to get up and start walking around… The area seemed pretty desolate. A little dirt path, some chunks of wood lying around, a bunch of rocks, some water and a whole lot of trees. Oh, how joyful.

Something felt weird about all this, though. I didn’t see the trees. I couldn’t gaze into the water. I felt it. Felt it all as if it was a part of me… For some reason, I felt as if I knew everything about every single tiny speck of dust littering the very soil I stepped upon. Everything was blurry, my brain was about to burst and I couldn’t walk for long before I fell over, dizzy. yet I felt as if I still had control over everything… Strange, as everything is up until now…

So I sat down and looked at the sky, for a while, trying to make things out.

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And another piece of crappily conceived artwork! Hope this one isn't too blurry or anything...



If you guys are lucky I might be able to post on next monday... However that's unlikely, as I'll be in Cuba for a week!

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Renascent ~ Chapter 1

Sorry for being late again, it won't (obvious lie is obvious) happen again!

Anyways, on to the show... I know you guys don't like to read all the interesting stuff I have to tell you, so let's jump to the hopefully not horrible story!

Here goes nothing...

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~- What is this?
O- It appears to be some sort of … key.
~- Well, what do I do with it?
O- You should consider inserting it in that keyhole, there, on the wall.
~- Here goes nothing…

A breeze rushed in and everything went black…

I awoke in a dark chamber; my arm was tightly chained to the cold stone wall. There was something definitely… different about the experience. I’m quite… intimate with chains and cells, but I felt like something was out of place. I think it was the chain… yes. It was that bright blue, glowing chain... What a glow! It felt like happiness was directly emanating from that chain… a pure feeling of bliss. I never wanted to leave this cell again. Ever. But that bliss came to an end… the day I died.

They took my corpse out and threw it in a river, bordered by trees but close to no current… They thought the depth of the river would be enough to erase my existence. People never do get the job done right.

They had overestimated their own precious little river… and so my body was found by a bunch of kids hiking through the woods some years later. For some reason, they felt no fear while approaching my decaying carcass… Even though I was dead, I could still feel their presence, kind of like a pulse… And there was also a darker pulse, of another nature… Although I couldn’t really tell what that was about. To see all this life pass by and be unable to do anything! It was wonderful and yet oh so scary. After they pulled me out, my body reanimated itself with a jolt that scared those kids out of their skins. Well, at the very least, I didn’t see them when I opened my eyes. I have no idea of what’s been done to me, but I came back to – No. I didn’t come back to life… It wasn’t the same. Although I don’t have any decent memory of my life before my… death, I do know it was nothing like this. This… Power! I felt so free, so strong! My mind was clearer than crystal and my muscles, harder than the very rock I sat upon.

I still have no idea what has happened to me, but it felt like a new beginning.

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Wow, lucky you, I even made you some original artwork for you to enjoy!



Alrighty then! Tune in sometime between next monday and 2010 for chapter 2!

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Summer Loving

Sorry for being late, guys. You know, I'm pretty busy whatwith the swine flu, school and all the interesting stuff in my life.

Anyways, you're all so lucky, because I just had the inspiration for a poem.

Here you go!

Shadows of the cherry blossom,
Flashing through the light,
Falling upon the earth’s bosom,
Flashing before your eyes as a sprite.

Shadows of the man and woman,
Loving through the night,
Holding each other like lovers can,
Loving as it is only their right.

Such are the days of summer.
Such are the evenings of the lover.
Such is a life whose spoils some levy.
Such is a life which most still only envy.

Days of joy,
Nights of beauty,
To some true, to others only decoy.
Enjoy it while it lasts, don’t be so snooty!

Nights of beauty,
Days of joy,
To some only fun, to others a duty.
Enjoy it while it lasts, don’t be so coy!

Hopefully this will hold you guys off until next time... :P

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Partly Mine, In Fact.

Ok, guys, I know you love my stories, but there's a heated debate that was going on between me and a very good friend of mine a couple of months ago... And it's a pretty big one, too.

Good VS Evil.

Now, now, I know what you're thinking : But, dude, that's like, so heavy, man! Everyone has his different opinions and stuff, so it's normal to debate about it!

Which is EXACTLY my point.

I read about this in a book a while back, a very good book titled Shantaram. Now, I don't know exactly if the author (Gregory-David Roberts) thought this up or if it was really passed down to him by a mafia leader, but, I find it to be particularily true.

The world has a tendency to complexify itself. Complexifying meaning not only ameliorating, but adding on and on. Therefore, if it is really so, it must be "God's will". And for you guys out there who don't believe in any god, or whose religions oppose this, you may also take it this way : it might not be god's will, but that's how the universe is going, no? That's the way it's always been going and when we did not try to change it, things were ok. The point in all this? If the universe is meant to complexify itself, it means that anything uncomplexifying it has to be bad, or "evil". An example would be murder. Murder takes one's life away, therefore reducing the amount of complexity in the world, therefore, it is evil. Of course, you have to abide by moral ethics and the such, but you get the point. Eating a lot shouldn't be a "religious crime" as the 7 deadly sins indicate (as an example). Therefore, anything considered as destroying or causing destruction would have to be bad and everything that helps or doesn't necessarily hurt means you're keeping on the right track. Of course, there's the dilemma of "killing the killer". If someone is pointing a gun at someone else and you had to either let the victim die or take away the criminal's life, what would you do? Some ponder that "eliminating" the criminal is a bad action, as you shouldn't interfere with another person's life. However, you've just saved some other person's life by eliminating the criminal, which is definitely something good. If you want, you can consider it as neutral : Keeping someone alive while someone else dies, because in any case, one of them ends up dying anyways.

My point in this? Exposing a philosophy that I approve, along with a few tweaks when it comes to details. And, now, if you, our readers, approve or disapprove, I want you to tell me about it.
If you really don't like this take on things, say so. If you like it, state it. Tell us why and why not, tell us how stuff should be in your opinion, maybe we can pool our resources together?

Remember, I always appreciate total honesty.

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Fromager's Tribulations (Part 5)

Oh my god, guys! It's the last part! Hopefully you've read this from the beginning (I'm quite amazed that you haven't died from a heart attack yet, zorlone) and you'll enjoy this... uh... "creative" ending.

Our friends then entered Patrick’s room… “What are you doing in my room?!?” asked the latter, in his grinding voice, while he threw the piece of cheddar he was nibbling on in a basket made of cheese.”We’ve come to end your reign of tyranny and cheesiness, Patrick!” replied Jordan. ”That’s right, you fat, evil man!” added John quite obnoxiously. So our heroes and our antagonist clashed in a mighty battle… which lasted 20 seconds. As fat and slow as Patrick was, he only managed to crawl over to John’s foot and let his floppy arms fall upon it, inflicting minor bruises to himself, as Jordan was reciting a magical spell and John was cowering before Patrick’s mighty blubber. As soon as the spell was ready, Jordan let loose his inner might. A flash of light occurred and all you could then see was a giant scissor-shaped angel with a mighty hammer. It was Jordon, the true form of Jordan! The mighty, heavenly scissorsmith. His hammer descended upon Patrick’s frightened face and hit his hat really softly. Millions of tiny scissorlings exited the head of the hammer and proceeded to trim Patrick’s scraggly beard into friendly mutton chops. Cut off from his beard, and thus from his power, Patrick fell in a coma.

Many thanks yet again to our anonymous Googled Benefactor.

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Fromager's Tribulations (Part 4)

Sorry for being so late! Don't really have an excuse except my crappy memory.
On to the story! (Now with 35% more magic and awesome!)

When they arrived in front of the gigantic, black, and crooked tower, they could just gasp, awed by its awesomeness. Of course, it was imposing, but not too imposing for our heroes, who proceeded to enter it. As they entered, they could see the multitude of traps laid there for visitors. After a couple of hours, traps, fake pennies and little cuts, our friends got through. Of course, there just had to be a big magical door blocking the way at the end.
“What are the magical words?” asked the door.
John proceeded to reply: “Err… please and thank you?”As John was contemplating the sense of his answers, the door threw a bunch of rocks (Hey, it’s a magical door, remember?) at our heroes. John quickly proceeded to fall face-first on the floor, to avoid his rock as Jordan round-house kicked the rest to oblivion.All except one… The One Rock To Rule Them All. Except it just kept going and killed the janitor that was looking at the scene.”No, you moron! It’s open sesame!” yelled Jordan.
The door opened, but not before it could throw another rock at John’s manhood (Don’t worry, he also has a magically enhanced jock-strap).

Thank you, anonymous googled benefactor, for this piece of awesome.

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Fromager's Tribulations (Part 3)

As he arrived in the fields, John could see armies, wait, what am I saying? He could see hordes of mice running towards a far away building with cheese on their backs! It was obvious John should act… at least to feed himself. So he decided to take a stick and poke a mouse with it. Of course, his results hurt the mouse and got him all the attention in the world. As soon as he did so, the mouse released a piercing howl (don’t ask me how it did it), which alerted every other mice in a large radius. The mice were all looking at John, and John was looking at the mice, as Jordan was looking at the sky’s pale blue color. Suddenly, the mice started attacking John, who threw Jordan at them in desperate defence. Before he could even realize it, all the mice were laying flat. “How did you do that?” asked he Jordan.
- Eh, well, a magical pair of scissors has its benefits…
- Whatever you say…
Our heroes then crossed the field…

This one's also from Google.

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Fromager's Tribulations (Part 2)

As he stepped outside of his house, John saw an old lady stuck under a horse. Intrigued by the elder’s position, he decided to go and help her, after hearing her pleading: “Help! Help me! You look strong, young man, please come on over and get this horse off of me!”. As John was a brave, young man, he lifted the fallen horse with his strong arms, thus freeing the old lady. “Thank you, mighty hero!” she said. “It is now my duty to help you back… See that field over there? And that little spot in the distance? That’s Patrick’s tower… You should find him there.”
- Alright… but, how did you get under that horse…?
- Ugh… long story. Well, I was going through the city with my son, when the horse got scared and ran away… of course it didn’t take long for it to fall over me. My son, as the coward he is, preferred to flee and leave me to die.
- Uh… hold on a second… grandma, is that you? You know, dad told you like 5 days ago that this horse was a fake… look, it’s made of linen and yarn!
- Oh… right… well… Get out of my way, brigand!

And thus his grandmother ran away. But, she managed to doodle something for him before going on her senile rampage! John picked the map and made his way towards the fields of impending-immediate-and-not-so-far-away doom.


This one was taken from Google.

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Fromager's Tribulations (Part 1)

Oh golly, another witty story from Sir? What a bunch of privileged readers you are!

Ah, but enough modesty, on to the reading of the beginning of this cheesy (you'll get the bad pun soon enough) adventure!

Once upon a time, in the little town of Fromager, whose principal economical activity was the exportation of cheese lived happy people. Alas, an evil wizard named Patrick decided to command all the mice to take the cheese to his crooked, black tower, for he was hungry. So the mice obeyed to the fat, evil and ugly slob. Little did they know an alert John decided to go down to his cellar that day…

As John descended into his cellar, he slowly took note of the shortage of cheese that was afflicting it. Of course, he went up to his father and directly asked him: “Father, where is the cheese?”
- Well, son, an evil wizard named Patrick decided to take it all to his tower, and eat it for himself!
- But… That’s mean! I mean, how are we supposed to make a living?
- Yes, but you are brave, and I have magical scissors imbued with the power of speech, which are called Jordan, that I will hand down to you this right instant.
And at that moment, John’s father handed him Jordan, the magical scissors.“Go, go, my son, and take our cheese back!” yelled the old man.

On these words, John went on a magical adventure to save Fromager’s economical situation.

Wow! Lucky you, you even got a piece of ORIGINAL ART!
Gotta love bad drawing skills, oh yes.
Credit for the drawing goes to a friend of mine and another guy, as well as me.

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Happiness

Happiness is an abstract concept. A lot of people (and I mean A LOT) have no idea what happiness is. I’m not saying those people aren’t bright, I’m just saying that they haven’t found something that manages to really make them enjoy something. Others have a wider conception of happiness, something more thoughtful.

The way I see it, happiness isn’t something you conceive in a moment and keep forever. A conception is shaped by the events that befall us in our lives, by the people we hang out with, by the way we think.

According to what I just said, I can’t really say I have a very good conception of happiness. I have wished for inaccessible things for too long and so I haven’t really jotted down a “real” conception of happiness in my mind yet… Thus, I don’t really know what makes me happy. You know, I’m not very picky or anything, it’s just I don’t really enjoy stuff like most people do. But that’s ok. Do you know why? Because even though there aren’t much things that do please me, there still are some.

Sure, you don’t get to do those things every day, but that’s a good thing, because if you did, you’d get bored pretty fast. You might not have a passion or any particular aim, so you might consider lazing off. Sure, lazing off can be relaxing and stuff, but it’s never satisfying. However, doing little things that bring you even a small level of fun can fill that time. Honestly, though, I hate not doing anything. Who doesn’t? And think of it this way : I'm probably the most pessimistic guy you will ever meet. So, what's holding you back?

But that’s not the point here.
You’ve probably read this and thought : Man, this guy can sure say a lot of stuff without really meaning anything.

And you’re right.

But, hey, don't tell me it didn't at least make you think for a little bit?
Anyways, to get to the point : Contempt is not a solution!
Find your inner awesomeness, enjoy it, let others enjoy it and spread the happiness.
If you don’t, the boogeyman will eat you in your sleep. :)

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Grimvale

Hey hey hey! I've got another story for you guys! This time it's a tad bit less joyful than the last one, however. Anyways, I'll let you guys read it and think what you may think about it!
No morals, just a Random Dash of Inspiration (how conceptual!)

This one's called Grimvale, and I know it is VERY cliché, but hey, if you have any ideas, let 'em loose! (Honestly, the comments board is here for something, guys and girls!)

Dark omens occurred everywhere in the world, while it was still plunged in chaos… Of course, there were in no case any exceptions, especially for Grimvale. Some say the place was haunted… Others had dwindling thoughts about demons lurking in the shadows. There were of course, those that believed that all those were superstitions… Evidently, they all disappeared in mysterious events, reappearing in horrid conditions… Ones were left alive, with their sanity shattered, hell-bent on destroying everything in their path… Others kept their sanity… but alas, their corpse could not support the pain as well. Those ones came back with bodies covered in black scars oozing with puss, a rank odour emanating from their split-open stomachs. These ones were believed to be the sufferers of the worst kind of pain… Well, it seems like everyone was wrong. There was a third state in which the dark beasts and humanoids that snapped from the void decided to bring some people back in… These people came back without their sanity, their body shattered in pieces and sewn back along with other body parts… The result being an atrocity beyond any mortal’s comprehension… An abomination so abhorring, just staring at it made people spill their guts out… These ones were the real wreakers of havoc among the human populace, as they brought, alongside their weapons, deadly diseases. Humankind was thought of as lost in the rotting village of Grimvale… Until finally, light was shed on the bloody massacre. A holy gathering, known only as the “Judgement from Heaven”, found out about Grimvale. Using all the holy rituals and spells contained in their ancient books and scrolls, they could eventually manage to push the demoniac forces back into the seething abyss that spawned them. Since then, people understood that, even though dark omens sway over our worlds, divine protection is always present.

And another picture... Well actually this one was a bit more complicated than that, and no, it's not a little cutout print taken from the intarwebs, sorry to disappoint you :)
However, I will have to ask you guys your opinions and if you have any ideas for it! I was thinking maybe turning the white to silver (never mind the part that's outside of the paler blue outline, it's because of crappy scan cropping) or something like that. PLEASE! If you have ideas or comments, post them! I appreciate criticism more than you might think!

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Lost in the Woods

Sir here with a (very) random story for you guys! Yes, it's very random and yes, it's short and kind of shabby, but there is a point to it.

You know, I just remembered an anecdote where I got lost in the forest…
I told my buddy Julian that I was going for a wild, wild adventure in this forest I knew of, and invited him to come over. After he said yes, I picked up a map, a compass, a first-aid kit, some food and extra clothes, sunglasses and my “Super Extreme Flashlight x200”. I also took a whistle with me, in case I got lost. I’d just whistle 3 times, and Julian would come help me. Well, that was the plan… but I lost the whistle. So I started a fire with my waterproof matches that I bought Sunday morning from the clerk at that convenience store next to the garage where my mum works. Anyways, I started walking around when I thought that if I kept moving they would never find me… So I panicked. Of course, I was very confused and forgot to eat… and set my tent on fire out of frustration. So I called out for my mother, who replied “Carlos, just step outside the rug in your room.” To which I replied “Which one?”
-The ones with little green trees and yellow bunnies and blue grasshoppers that’s inside your room…
So I did!
I just hope that next time I get lost in my bedroom, I’ll remember to take a jetpack with me so I can just fly out.

And now, the moral you've all been reading this incredibly bad text for : Don't start thinking until you start looking first.

And another picture for you guys!

Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - The Ways of Life

Hey there! Sir here, with the first of my weekly "Random Dashes of Inspiration"!
From now on, as you know, each Monday, I will post something I came up with. It might be a poem, a story, an opinion, pretty much anything. From time to time, I'll also whip out a random image I've created, just for you guys. Feel free to comment on my posts, images or anything, feedback is always appreciated!

Anyways, today's inspirational torrent is a little poem I wrote a while back.

I named it "The Ways of Life"

Sometimes, it's cruel.

Sometimes, it's good.

You might think it's just a duel

between your will and your mood.

Guess what? It really isn't at all.

It's more like a kid toying with us,

like he toys with a ball
which all around the place, he likes to toss

Life... What a joke!

Sometimes, it makes you feel good.
Sometimes, it makes you feel like a worthless bloke.

Life is never to be understood.

What were you thinking?

Were you thinking about a good life?

Keep dreaming...

Or you can pursue that dream, without strife!

You might just fulfill it, you know?

Some people manage to...

They're not that rare, though.

Just keep on trying, you!

Someday, you shall find love.
Someday, you shall find fortune.
That day, salvation will fit you like a glove.

That day, gloom will feel like an old mistune.

Who knows, maybe happiness does exist?

Maybe there is a key to a happy being?

Your loneliness isn't to be missed.
Come on, help your soul to a happy feeling!

Also, a first image!

You can save it if you really want to, I don't mind.

See you on next monday!

"The Loss Of A Loved One" by Sir

Hello there.

This is a very delicate subject to most people. However, it must be discussed with the people that are concerned.

When someone dies, there are many perspectives from which you can see the fact.
I'm not going to use white lies here, when someone dies, he's definitely gone... from the physical plane. Of course you may not believe in that "mental stuff", but this is just a way to see things. If you do not like these perspectives, please do find something that suits you, because that just might help you a little bit more on the journey of your life.

Anyways, as I was saying, when someone dies, he does not entirely disappear. So what if the person is not represented by their mortal coil anymore? As long as even one person remembers that person, he still exists. If you try to deny it, it will do no good to anybody. People do not just disappear like that. You do not even have to love the deceased person for him to still exist. As long as you remember him and pay him his due respects, and honor him, you do a bit of the only thing you can do : Remember the person.

"I haven't told that person I loved him/her enough, the last thing I told that person was this/that." Of course you never tell someone you love him/her enough! It is impossible to do so. You can only tell that person as much as you did, and if you really loved that person, he knows it, trust me. People know when you say stuff only because you are frustrated.

Another thing : Cry. Cry as much as you can. Fill rivers with your tears if you have to, in the first moments, it helps to evacuate the bad feelings. Cry it all out, then wash your face with fresh water. Clean the slate, as they say. From then on, you'll be strong for the departed one. I'm not saying you have to never ever cry again. Just remember the person and honor him/her as you must. The person died, and if it happened, it is because you could not have changed it. So you have to remember, do not take on the heavy weight of responsibility if it is not yours to bear! Think of it this way : The person is not suffering anymore.

And to finish with a note. If you think the person has abandoned you, then you are horribly wrong. I'm not going to tell you he's anywhere or anything, because you are free to think what you want to think. However, you loved that person and that person loved you too. So if the person loved you, would he/she really abandon you? Think about it. Maybe the person was just as helpless as you? A person that loves you never means to abandon you.

Be strong for the people you love, it is how their memories are carried on.
If not for you, do it for them.

"Absolution" by Sir

We all sin... Well, ok, some of us don't, but hey, we all commit some bad action in our life at least once, no doubt. Even without noticing, if we don't mean it or are forced to do it. But that's not the point. My point is to talk about Absolution. Now, just to be sure you fully get my post, Absolution is when you are redeemed for your crimes and sins. It was used before by church mostly but now the term is more commonly used. But I digress.

Now, have you ever dreamt of having all your bad choices absolved? Everything just being back to normal, every problem solved, and having no stress left? You know that's possible. It really is if you put your mind to it and you do the good things. I mean hey, some stuff can't ever be repaired, and you have to pay for it some way... but in my opinion, one shouldn't always go full frontal and just bash in the first random idea he gets and think "Hey, people will think I'm good now that I helped that old lady cross the street or spent time in prison". No. That's our society's point of view. Some people would do ANYTHING to be "redeemed".

My point of view, however, is that we have to be careful. Most people think that if we do something bad, we can just do something good and be pardoned. Of course it could work that way, but not always.
The point of this post is, in the end, just one huge workaround to get you guys to think before doing something. And if you do something bad, don't just be selfish and do some little good actions just to be pardoned. You have to mean it. Absolution is possible, although it's not always the solution.

Now that you have this in mind, and that you're probably left with a gaping jaw from my awesome rhyme, take some time to think about it and if you have any contestation or ideas about this, leave a comment and maybe we can discuss?

By the way, I know this is kinda long, and spaced up, but hey, what can I say, I'm new here and I love the Enter key!