The Easy Way Out?An easy way out?Was there ever an easy way?Who would even want it?As far as I can recall, there has never been the easy way.Only the way you make.So quit moping, and start walking.
RiseRise, Human.You are meant to walk the Earth,not to lay on the groundDefeated.Look above,Acknowledge you are small,Rise your head,Walk proud.Never forget,There are those who must comeAfter you.As you thread on the path,Of those before You.
TodayThe sea of gray is shifting,The drops of green are swaying,The tears of sky are falling,The whispers of the wind are heard.Earth speaks."I'm thirsty. Pour me a glass."
The troubles of an EditorLet me tell you about my friend.Her name is Sui. She's an editor. Not just any kind of editor. She's the Sherlock Holmes of editors.She loves her work. She's the happiest when she has stories to read and edit. She literally floats on a little cloud of bliss. The world is a wonderful place.It all ended that morning. It's been three days since.Day oneThe door to the office opened,and footsteps echoed as Sui made her way towards her desk and laptop.The lid opened and the screen lit to life.click clickinbox(0)Mother of mercy.She took it with dignity. She started reading random books for the day. Typed some random notes on her laptop. Listened to music. All was well.Day twoStill no mails. She began to feel the effects of withdrawal slowly creep up her spine. She picks up writing. And that occupies her. her coffee has gone cold. Still nothing to worry about.Day threeThe day started perfectly....So how did this happen?I came into the