Experience My Life

It’s that feeling that you have to fly, break the rules, go some place else away from all that nonsense arrogance and jealousy. When you know you love and live, why would you want to kill. Escape from them find an island an oasis in this desert. Are they going to let you go? That easy? They kill their own. So you have to hide and fight relentlessly. You are free and you are the future. Run. Build your own castle away from the hate. What you feel is real, it is love. Don’t let them destroy what you want. It’s worth dying for..

I’ve completed Last of Us 2 in a grueling 3 week straight gameplay. It’s awesome something that I needed to lift the boredom perhaps. But it turns out to be much more than that, the story is just way off the charts, if LOU was good this is just incredible. The best I’ve played on the playstation. Lot of characters, pulp fiction like criss-crossing of them as they show up in different points of views of the same story. Love, loss and revenge in a wasted, hopeless, infected, post pandemic world. Only when things started looking good/hopeful that tragedy strikes and ruins everything.

Introducing the post-apocalyptic, anti-christ, arrogant, neo-Nazi of this wasted badlands, where humanity has persevered as some brave farmers turned soldiers of Soviet याद. What are we doing here and what future do we have? We haven’t seen it yet but we are just kids, late teenagers at best against them, but we are experienced enough in wasteland combat politics. I’m yet to put together the physique and weapon to harness, that has their names on its cross hairs. So I wander around with a map, looking for them, as I keep coming across warning signs to not trespass their territory.

I’m playing Rage 2. It’s hard but allows for freedom of open world gaming. It’s all a big wasteland map and you can choose your plan of action based on difficulty or current ability. Ranger Walker, that’s who I am. It’s bigger than Rage 1 which had the reminiscence of home. But this one has the vibe of the foreign land, in the Wes. Pink neon is all over in its influence, intoxicating, as I get closer to the mission goals I keep feeling more and more lonely. It’s twilight and pink, blue lights. Everyone has lost someone and everyone is disabled. The pain flows in the city, wellspring. Gunbarrel is what makes it real.

It all feels like Last of Us. Today incidentally I was able to complete the Last of Us DLC Left behind, equally breath taking like the main story. Things end but we never can’t get over it, we constantly look for someone to blame or take responsibility for the ending. That if any consolation, is normal and okay by us. Everything ends and after which one should not hope to reprise the loss. Cherish every moment and friends or even acquaintances that life offers to us, the chance meeting later just a nothing now makes sense to me. I take my time with everything and no longer look in disbelief for something or someone ending. This could be a lie to myself about life but we should not give up and keep looking for answers.

It has been a while, as my world, my fractured body, can only do so much. I’ve been captured and put inside a prison cell again. I’m not getting out of here. Nobody knows about giving they’re all covered up. The normal reality of a covered up bunch of people. Now I’m one of them. Just dying because of old age. I keep looking for events problems where they have come. Avoid those people and places. I’m going to die here some way or the other, just them.

My wahem, false notion, false memories, fake life, of an ex? A partner, a divorcee, a boss, a teacher. How far does it go on? It doesn’t go far, it is usually local. It is something injurious to health. See watching international TV, going over the internet, leaves you all colored up in different races, countries and regions. Most of them are carrying out terrorists activities against each other, even spy agencies deep in their cover ups. At the end it causes injuries and bad health.

Now returning to the real people, the ones who really give, what are we without our benefactors. But, after becoming all those people, and moving ahead with new ones, we do feel guilty, about leaving their lair. It was cosy and comfortable stay. One would feel horrible once they attain salvation, and we survive that fall out, feeling orphaned, and in danger, seeing that tunnel of after life, and getting inside another one, isn’t a nice picture of me, after the disaster has struck.

Life is complex, unique, and beautiful. Whatever we do in life, becomes the crisis, and we feel betrayed. Why do anything at all. After meeting all those many many people, who are keepers, we never get anything from them. They only want to kill, and get destroyed, which ends the saga, of their universe? When we escape those salvation of him, we feel ashamed, guilty, even cowards. Why live? Until some God, appears and cleanses those wounds, and guilt.

People from another region, came here one day, dressed up neatly, polite and etiquette. And we were facing all sorts of problems in life, how to live, how to survive, they gave us the first hope of giving us that relief of finding someone in them, that we didn’t have. Thus they started coming into our house, as people whom we could not live without. After a certain period of not finding anything of what I desired, I learn that they’ve taken over the house, and fully conspired fully covered up, and now we are locked down in the system, through them. We are just victims who would fit inside their wallets, that small and poor we have become. Furthermore, they cannot be caught or argued with because we are small like puppets for them, and we’ll die, not proving anything, just good people, who couldnt help us, only if they could, they felt helpless too. Yes, they were jealous.