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An unspoken principle – ch1

My eyes were closed but I could see the brightness of light. The warmth of the sun made its impression on my face as it grasped me. A moment, one rarely noticed, never mind enjoyed, was mine – then. Yes it is correctly noted in the past tense. That was the moment I learned the news; a moment where a carefully nurtured principle of life was once again proven to me. The principle is when you are at a place of happiness or perceived bliss something will dash it away – quickly – and bring your spirit crashing to a brand new low. Cynical? Pessimistic? Realist? No matter what you may think of me and this principle the fact remains it indeed happened.

I wonder if the secret to avoiding this cruel principle is that we are to never to consciously or subconsciously recognize the reality of pleasant contentment. If you acknowledge the experience then you promote enjoyment which attracts the unseemly characters of despair. This is at least my current working theory of the matter; but I digress.

It was two years ago when I had decided that I needed to “spice up” my life. For several years I had the familiar rut of job, TV, computer, bed – repeat. Raised either knowingly or not that an adult’s value is perceived by others by one’s occupation and marital status – I knew I advertised “lost” since I was in a dead-end job with no significant other. If you are male and divorced by the way society deems that it was your fault. Guilty unless proven innocent and you will have to carry that burdensome unjust label with you everywhere you go. If you are a single male past the age of 26, you have commitment issues and are self-centered. Married males you are considered part of the norm but you are not out of the judgment booth. Does your wife have to work? Oh so you can not provide for your family? On and on it goes, but again I digress.

The point being I knew I had to break out of the rut. Lacking athletic abilities and the social gift of gab it took some time to really determine exactly how I would break out.

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