The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die."
Irvine Welsh
Note: this blog can sometimes get very personal and the reading is often a bit too heavy. If you don't like that or find it boring - well, you've been warned.
I haven't been this productive for quite some time now. I did the general morning meditation, read a bit of Aristotle's The Art of Rhetoric, played a bit of bass and overall, had a whale of time.
This Friday and Saturday I have visited my good old uni friend in Prague. The main attraction of the trip was the Prague National Museum and the Jade Cabbage from Taiwanese National Palace Museum, the symbol of improving Czech - Taiwanese bilateral relations.
In the meantime, I have found a part time job in a small phone repair shop. The money is not much, but it is a small shop run by two friends and I think that's nice. They are opening a new branch and asked if I could help them. While in Prague, my friend told me of their job and offered me a place. But the problem is I would have to wait for another year and the job is not guaranteed either. So yet again, another misfortune that I am so fortunate to have. I am going to try signing up for the teacher certificate course in January and do things my way.
So what does all of this have to do with Pulp Fiction? Maybe it is the fact that just like Pulp Fiction I am trying to paint my life in an interesting over-the-top way or maybe that my career prospects are so cheap and only worthy to be printed on a flimsy paper made from a wooden pulp.
It is the dreaded and hackneyed phrase "new beginning" or "new beginning, new me" that I will be opening today's blog post with.
As mentioned in the last post, I have quit my job because I think everyone deserves to be treated better. Sometimes I start to doubt my decisions and whether looking for the "greener pastures" is really the answer. I even had to say goodbye to my colleague from Ukraine. I have yet again lost a friend. So is it truly a new beginning?
To be frank, it seems to me like a beginning to a new cycle. Being full of hope, then disillusioned, knowing I will not be happy if I continued like this and eventually losing friends along the way. Just like samsara, the cycle of rebirth intertwined with dukkha (suffering) if you will.
But learning from Einstein's quote about insanity, it need not be like this. It is true that I will not meet with the Ukrainian colleague as often. But it does not mean I cannot take initiative and go for a beer or two with him. Maybe it trully is a new beginning, but if I don't change its course, it will be just another repeating chapter from my life.
I am grateful for the fact that I can meet wonderful people from around the world and keep in touch with them thanks to modern technology. Amituofo.
But now onto something completely different! The autumn is in its full glory. One evening as I was walking down the road I saw a fox. Truth be told, I was afraid of being bitten and catching rabies, so I took the other road (coincidence?)
I am going to the part time job tomorrow, so I have virtually zero free time until November. Fun fact: the unnamed English school turned out to be a very dodgy establishment so I opted out of it immediately. I am thinking of being my own boss and paying for a trade license in order to start teaching English on my own. That, complemented by the part time job of repairing phones, should help me make a few bucks and make it to 2026.
With today's free time, I will be recording a few more basslines and putting them on YouTube. But I am aware of the copyright and acknowledge all revenue should go to the rightful owners. I also got the guitar out of the dusty case after a long time. I bought some new strings, and a pre-amp for the microphone. Maybe I can do one-man-band covers now that I technically have everything I need?
The year is 2025, the Year of the Snake. And it started rough right from the beginning.
In January I barely graduated from my Master's programme with the lowest score possible. Sure, I could say that my supervisor was absent all the time and finally started to point out every mistake about two months before the deadline (which is true btw.), but I should have switched the supervisor the moment I knew it.
Then my life entered a state of limbo for the following five months of trying to find a job, going to an interview and getting rejected (which is the better case) or just ghosted.
Once I finally found a job as a "sales assistant" at an outdoor clothing shop, I was genuinely happy. I thought that I could get some extra time in order to find a better job and get some savings to finally afford my own place.
Then minutes turned into hours, hours into days. My hobbies got replaced by working 12 hours a day, with a day of free time in between (maybe two if I got lucky). It was about the time I finished reading No More Mr. Nice Guy. I was feeling groggy throughout the day, not even caffeine could help that. At night I could not sleep and if I did, the nightmares of being locked in a room with a huge spider or being stung by a swarm of wasps was my daily bread and butter. I knew it could not continue like this, but the last straw was sending me on a training course on the other side of the country!
As I was driving on my motorcycle with the helmet on, I screamed from the top of my lungs while driving through a small village. Then I screamed again into the silence of the night. I don't know why I did that, but I am so glad that I did. That was probably the first time I screamed since I was a toddler, maybe. I always used to be silent, perhaps even mute. But not anymore.
After a short convo with my friends, I told my parents I wanted to quit my job. No matter if they agreed or not, I was going to do so. To my surprise, they were supportive and agreed with my motives. And so I quit my job. My superior was furious, fuming with rage and fire just like Onyxia. But she accepted my resignation letter nonetheless.
And just like that, I am free. No more nightmares, no more putting up with other people's bullshit. I sleep soundly, sometimes even scream the company's name on my way home and shout to the world that I am free from the shackles and how much of a terrible company they are.
As a matter of fact, I am more determined to find a better job than ever before. As a matter of fact, I managed to impress the headmaster of a language school and next week I'll be having an interview about a job as a language tutor.
It feels as though I had been falling in a bottomless pit without any way out. But now that I managed to finally stop falling, the path above is long and thorny. But that is to be expected. After all, I have been falling for the past ten years.
Sometimes even quitting your job can be scary. The fear of unknown is scary too. But if you never take the risk, you'll never know. I'll just have to put up with the 15 hour revenge shift I was given as an act of revenge. But I am glad I did what I did.
Here's a short article from my personal journal which I liked, so I decided to put it here. It goes like this:
I have found refuge in meditation recently. I sit in the position of a lotus flower and with three deep breaths in and out start today's session.
After a moment I start to dive right into my thoughts and observe how they float one after another like clouds in the sky. At that time my inner critic kicks in, who cannot comprehend the fact that I am still trying, asking me why don't I just give up already. I'm a loser. A Mr. Nobody. And there's nothing left for these kinds of people, anyway. I have lost my appetite, my sleep worsens day by day, I know nobody, nobody likes me. Nobody cares about me.
Then I feel my body shaping into a mountain. From its point of view I view the world from above. I feel the weight of my existence. A few more breaths and suddenly I don't feel anxious. My heartbeat drops to normal. I am no longer sweating profusely. I don't even feel like being choked by fear anymore. Choked by fear of the unknown.
I see myself as a mountain. A mountain, that accepts who it is. It cannot move, but it is okay with that. It feels grounded and down to earth. It is not bothered with the yearning of flying high nor the need to touch the stars. It keeps itself rooted by the ground and does not try to change who it is.
Despite it being seemingly boring and without a change, it attracts life, namely herons nesting in the crowns of the trees or in the reeds near the river. Even the trees were attracted by the unique, calm, and tranquil nature of the mountain. Should a mountain erupt and molten magma pours all over it, it will repel all it has attracted thus far.
The mountain is my inner advocate, and even though it takes time to move and think of what to do next, it always overpowers the opinions of my inner critic. Maybe that's the reason, why I still believe I can attract and have another go at this world. So why should I change who I am and simply give up?
Yesterday I woke up early in the morning and drove to the nearest mountains. After all, I work in an outdoor apparel shop, so it should be second nature to me. I breathed in some fresh air (allegedly the freshest in the whole country!) and made my way to the top of Jeseníky Mountains. I hadn't been there for a very long time (after a brief calculation exactly 18 years). So this is just a short gratitude post, I guess.
As I finished writing the draft for my second short story, this time focusing on loneliness and depression, I realized I don't have to venture very far for a source of inspiration. Yes, I am in fact a very depressed individual and I believe it is all in my head. Thinking that I am alone, that nobody likes me and how miserable my life has become etc. Then I realize that the NeoCities community (and especially you, the readers and followers) are so nice and friendly. So I think that this long term sabotage does no good to me and it is about time to finally change.
Being stuck inside of a store with no view on the outside world, with the artificial lighting illuminating the room, I am missing some nature and fresh air. So, I went out and touched some grass. Nothing major. Just a twenty minute walk around the neighbourhood to raise the spirits. I feel much better now. Perhaps I am even looking forward to walking alone in the dark towards my car once the shift is over, turning some blues on and just vanishing into the gentle night.
I am using this blog not only as a channel for my creativity and free expression of my self, but also as a practice hub for the writing part of the Cambridge Advanced English Exam. I am currently reading, listening, speaking, and writing as much as possible in order to immerse myself. So, I am watching some English movies without subtitles to add that extra challenge. I am also currently reading The Return of Sherlock Holmes and I find writing of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle absolutely genius, eloquent and clean.
Apart from that, I have recorded yet another bassline and am buying a Reaper license very soon. Autumn is coming and I think I am finally starting to appreciate all of the seasons, not just spring and summer. Anyway, here's some good old CCR :) This time I actually boosted the bass to see what's gonna happen. The rest remains more or less the same old routine compression and EQ.
I've dusted off the soundcard, plugged the bass amp into my computer and recorded Where Is My Mind by Pixies, a timeless classic. I figured out some stuff such as EQ and compression in Reaper, tapping into the surface level knowledge I've gathered while fiddling with FL Studio during my high school days. In short, I've put the bass through a compressor, cut off the lowest frequencies (the lowest of the low haha), boosted the fundamentals at around 800khz and 4000khz (If I recall correctly). Anyhow, I am quite happy with how it turned out, even though I know the mixing is far from perfect.
Also, I am planning more cool stuff on the website, but just don't know what and how to execute it :) My self-improvement "spiritual" journey has taken a halt, but that's fine. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day either. If I continued on rambling, I would sound like a delusional CEO posting on LinkedIn. And I don't want that. So instead, I'll start posting bass. I think you, the reader, will appreciate it more :)
Recently I have been getting a little bit of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde action in my life. On one hand, I am finally doing things I have always wanted to do, but was always discouraged by the amount of practice needed to succeed or to just simply start out. For instance, I am now polishing the first draft of my first ever short story and brainstorming new ideas for the second one. After a two weeks closure of the local gym, I finally hit the grind yet again. And currently, I am finishing the painting that was left as a "work in progress" that's been left under the sofa for at least half a year.
And then Mr. Hyde creeps in and my life enters "Goblin Mode". I don't clean the dishes, nothing gets done and the only thing that I do is yearn to play videogames all day all night, staying in my mancave bereft of any sunlight or fresh air. This is especially true when I am at home and don't have to work that day.
Update (10/09/2025): This dual personality makes me think videogames are sucking the energy out of me. When it was time to hit the gym, I did not want to go, actually. Instead, I wanted to do just one more level in Azeroth. And that hit me like a truck. I am not willing to erase all of my progress of the past few months. And thus, I should expand my grievance onto a broad area of my life, including friendships, but also videogames and their shaping of my identity. Videogames are a wonderful medium, don't get me wrong. But they just no longer suit me. And why should I be stuck in my thirteen year old identity when I am 26? Just rereading this blog motivates me and reminds me of the path of no return that I have taken.
I am not going to write anything deep today. Just a short update on how things have evolved now that I started believing in myself.
In short, after I have finished reading No More Mr. Nice Guy, I cut all ties with my former pub friends. I wrote my first short story because I finally let go and just started trusting the process. I even managed to land an interview for an administrative job at the local university. And I think that's pretty good for such a short time period.
"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results"
Albert Einstein
This is a tough one. I decided to do a complete 180 of what I used to be doing. I used to neglect my appearance and even the use of deodorant was foreign to me. As gross as it sounds, it needed to be said. I was not taking care of myself but instead prioritized needs of other people. And I was expecting to become a better person as a result. But not anymore.
Anyway, I decided to take care of everything that I was neglecting. That is appearance, sleep, and nutrition. In order to change myself, I have to let my old self die. But I think I was dead inside for a long time anyway, so I have allowed myself to grieve. And with that, I have cut all ties with my former pub friends. They are not going to change their lives because of me and that's okay. It is time to move on now.
"Reckoner, can't take it with you. Dancing for your pleasure. You are not to blame for Bittersweet distractor..."
As usual, I used to be quite sceptical about anime because of the stereotypes surrounding the consumers of this media. Nonetheless, there are certain pieces that I respect. I might have watched only about 3 full anime series and Serial Experiments Lain is one of them.
I must say that the first half was a bit slow to unravel and seemed like a bunch of filler episodes, but the second half surprised me quite pleasantly. I won't spoil much for those who have not seen it yet, but the story revolves around a young girl named Lain who dives into the world of internet known as the Wired. Lain realizes she has her own place in this virtual world which leads up to her breaking the boundaries between the real and the Wired. This results in several changes in the real world, each getting more bizarre than the other.
Anyway, I find the animation endearing, maybe because it was still the time of VHS and quite possibly hand drawn animation (I might be wrong, tho). Anyway, it is interesting how the theme of technology and alienation is still relevant to this day, though the 'we are living in a simulation' is such a 90s thing (I'm looking at you, Matrix). I was always more inclined to befriend technology and I still believe life is a better place with it. But recently I have tried to keep distance from it and use it more mindfully. So I suppose I symphatize with Lain's friend Arisu even though she is more of a tip-of-the-iceberg user of technology and oblivious to what is happening around her. Great piece, my perception might change the next time I'll watch it.
There is a saying in my mother tongue that one is 'Unlucky in cards, yet lucky in love'. And I guess that's true. I had always used to believe that I was unlucky both in cards and in love, but this Saturday it turned out not to be true.
I was out with the boys for a couple of cold ones and as the prices are rising, we usually continue with an encore at somebody's house. Not only is it cheaper, but we can be more flexible that way. So, we bought a couple more beers and hopped on our bikes. One of the friends does a little bit of flatland BMX and he gave me his bike. The drunken me with all the beers in my backpack got carried away a little too much and I tried to pull a trick. Who knew the bike was so light that just by leaning backwards I would end up lying on the floor like a blob with the handlebars in my hands.
So it was a miracle to put it mildly, that the backpack full of beers, as luck would have it, provided a cushion for the fall. Therefore, the fall wasn't so bad and I should be grateful for the fact that the glass bottle shards did not cut through the wall of the backpack straight into the spine and I did not end up in the hospital, maybe even on a wheelchair.
Maybe I was lucky in cards all the time. I breezed through high school, uni with relative ease while doing the bare minimum and playing videogames for the rest of my free time. When I graduated in January, I couldn't find a single job. First I tried looking for something I majored in, then anything that would require a college degree, all the way to minimum wage jobs with no education required. So, I am out of luck now, so that would mean luck in love, right? I am looking forward to it already, because while I do enjoy being alone, it can still get pretty lonely sometimes.
As I said, I do have some free time at the end of my shifts, so I started reading No More Mr. Nice Guy by Robert Glover. Needless to say, I should have read the book years ago. It is without any exaggeration a game changer.
I have had the opportunity to learn more about myself and how I became the nice guy. How my father was there but unavailable, how my mother is controlling and sometimes even manipulative and how that influenced why I only cared about others and not myself. But as you already know, that's gonna change - I'm going to change.
So I started putting my own needs first and I'll see how that goes. I even bought a pair of Vans shoes because I had always wanted them but always tried to rationalize myself into not buying them. The hardest part will be learning to say no. But I already like the fact that I'm putting myself first and, contrary to my former belief, I don't think that's being selfish anymore...
Working as a sales assistant in retail has its advantages and disadvantages. When you get to work with kind people, just hearing a simple 'thank you' can make your day. Besides, the work itself is not that difficult and these days people don't come in as often. This means that for the last 2-3 hours of every shift I can do whatever I want. So today I'm taking a flash drive and a book of my choice. I put a blank word document in there and I'm going to start writing. Whatever it may be. Irvine Welsh allegedly wrote Trainspotting during his shift as an office worker. And Eric Barone, the creator of Stardew Valley, used to scribble in his notebook while working in retail.
On the other note, I cannot seem to get the bitter taste of going-to-college-for-six-years-just-to-end-up in-a-minimum-wage-job off my mouth. Sometimes I even doubt myself and think I am a failure to my parents, friends, society, but most importantly, myself. And I know that's not necessarily true. But it's sad, nonetheless.
So, as I was cruising down the street after my shift was over, I hummed the tune of my favourite band. The chorus roughly means 'I'm trying to dig myself out'. And that's what I'm going to do. Whatever the circumstances, I must not go hollow.
The reason why I didn't post on The Road Not Taken was that I made several other NeoCities pages. Some looked promising, some not so much. But all of them started the same. I usually included a blog section which always started with the Choose life monologue from Trainspotting. And I don't regret anything. It is one hell of a powerful quote.
While the second film paled in comparison, the choose life speech has made its return, this time focusing on the technologies and social media. Needless to say, while not as powerful, there is still a lot of room for thinking.
As I wake up, I read the news on the internet. Not much, just an article or two. At least one of them will contain a QR code with more links, content or unnecessary fluff. When I'm at the supermarket doing my groceries, a can of non-alcoholic beer has a huge QR code printed on its side. What's hidden behind these glyphs will forever be a mystery to me as I can't scan the QR on my dumbphone anyway. As I was travelling on the train heading back home during my college years, I usually had to show an online ticket as a QR code, too.
So why am I talking about this? I am still continuing the Udemy Web Development Bootcamp. Yesterday I had to make a QR code generator using Node.js. While I could have just used one of the countless QR code generators on the net, making my own QR code generator feels more rewarding. So here's a QR code for you :)
As I finished writing yesterday's article, I checked out the website of my local cinema. I used to be sceptical of any new cookie-cutter movies that the movie industry keeps pushing one after another (and I still somewhat am, don't get me wrong), but the new F1 movie caught my attention. After all, Brad Pitt is one of my favourite actors, so I decided to give it a shot. As I had been isolating myself from the outside world recently, I bought the ticket online and made my way to the cinema.
Alone. I used to get upset at the fact that I spend most of the time alone - and I must admit that it's much easier having fun alone than it was in the past, mostly because no one gives you an eye anymore - this time was different. Maybe I have gotten used to the feeling of going out alone, but I really enjoyed myself. And the movie was solid too. The performances, the cars, the thick fumes of gasoline permeating through the screen, the roaring of the engines, and me chewing on popcorn and sipping cola. When the movie ended, I hopped on my motorcycle and cruised through the night, imagining myself sitting inside of the F1 monopost.
In conclusion, it made me appreciate the motorsport itself and as cliché as it sounds, it also made me think that maybe I should just put the gear in neutral sometime and enjoy life more.
Hi, I didn't update this site for a long time. During my absence, much has changed. I have finished college, working a dead end job in retail and I am yet again trying to move on with my life.
I wanted to start rambling about how I keep lying to myself and I am not trying enough, but that will be pointless. I have learned the hard way that nobody wants a college graduate without any work experience. Apart from that, I have also missed the deadline for the teacher requalification course. This rude awakening has caused me to limit my game and screen time and instead apply for an English certificate exam.
With that said, I am yet again taking the road less travelled by and will see how that goes. Wish me luck ;)
I think I'm starting to like mindfulness more and more everyday. Hear me out.
I have been aware of meditation since I was in high school, but never got myself fully commited to the practice. So it wasn't until I started attending the university meditation courses that my appreciation solidified. You see, yesterday we returned back to the basics. Just using the breath, some grounding excercises etc.
Just try it yourself. After reading this article, sit in a place where you won't be disturbed for a few minutes, sit as upright as you can and notice everything around you. Focus on colours, textures, softness, you name it. Now close your eyes. Focus on your body. Where does your body make contact with the chair or the ground you're sitting on? Focus on the heaviness of your own physical self, on just 'being' there. If your mind starts wondering, be gentle and compassionate to yourself. Try to hold your attention to it for at least a minute. Reflect on your experience. Repeat the same process focusing on sounds: those coming from your being, then sounds in the room and then sounds from the outside. You'll be surprised how many senses are absent when living your everyday life.
Now take a few deep breaths and continue breathing normally. Focus on your breath. Where is it the strongest? In your throat, your chest or the area of your abdomen? Count the breaths. Inhale: 1, exhale: 2. Inhale: 3, exhale: 4. Once you get to number ten, start counting again from one.
Once you get the hang of it, feel free to do little mindfulness walks. They're really awesome. Start living your life mindfully today. You'll thank me later.
As I’ve been tidying up my room, I’ve stumbled upon an old Samsung phone, a long forgotten relic of the past. When I found out after charging that it still works just fine, I decided to make it my second phone only for calls and sending text messages. I knew these phones could last ages before needing to charge them again, so I saw this as an absolute win. Anyway, now I am here, sitting in front of a computer writing these few lines, feeling more anxious than ever before. The reason is that I have committed myself to let go of my smartphone for the entire weekend. Depending on whether you are a seasoned veteran of digital minimalism or someone who has just got their eyes opened and confused why would someone even considering doing such a thing, I am going to present to you several arguments in favour as well as against this approach.
Truth be told, I’ve been experimenting with ‘dumbphones’ for a while, so it was just a matter of time before I committed myself to it. As many of the gen Z, it wouldn’t have gotten this far if I hadn’t spent too much time on the internet in the first place. The irony is, it was the internet that showed me numerous videos of people my age replacing their smartphones with their predecessors; the flip phones and candy bars.
While reasons differ, the main point of taking a switch is, in most cases, hopping on the digital minimalism train and purposefully reducing the connectivity with the world wide web. This often evokes an almost spiritual-like experience of being ‘in the moment’. Speaking from my own experience, as surreal as it may sound, lying in bed not scrolling felt really fucking great. For the first time in ages I was just messing around while thoughts kept coming to my head and then they disappeared. Simply put, everyone should try sleeping with an ‘empty head’. It was also the first time in ages I fell asleep before midnight. By sleeping more and having no temptation to fall into the scroll loop, I got more productive. Not much, but it’s still a noticeable change.
When you start checking your pockets every five minutes you know something’s not right. I suppose being always within everyone’s reach pays its toll upon your mind and mental health. Now you might argue that missing on all the news and opportunities that would be otherwise impossible without a smartphone is the major downside and you will never submit yourself to such humiliation. Well, how’s that working out for you? Did you find your job with a smartphone? How many friends have you made with a smartphone? A valid point is to simply just use your smartphone in moderation, but I am just not able to do that at the moment. The damage has been done. Even though I am not as reliable on my smartphone as some of you may be, I am aware that not being able to pay using phone is a massive pain in the ass. But so be it.
And that’s about it. Would you give dumbphone a try?
'This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.'
For the first time ever I have watched Fight Club. And I believe my life couldn't have been summed up in a better way. That's the reason why this quote hit me like a truck. You might be wondering how I got here in the first place.
You might have heard this a bilion times already. Playing video games everyday after school. Then they start becoming part of your free time on weekends. No plans, no thinking, no ambition. Just autopilot. So you spend your few hours at school only to finally come home and get some grade A videogame escapism. Sometimes you start thinking if there is something wrong with you, not having any interests only to pass the thought thinking that it's probably just the way who you are and that you will become as successful as all your peers one day. That's what your parents been telling you all the time, right?
Then the twenties hit. The time that your prophecy of brighter future should come anytime soon but it's just nowhere in sight. Your crush is married to some bald dude in mid-thirties with two kids already and you wonder that maybe your time hasn't come yet. You have become socially anxious because you have never been with other people all your life. Why should you when time flies by with your videogames?
Then Covid hit. You start going nuts from being locked inside your house 24/7. You start reading some books to pass the time, because you remember you used to like reading, then gradually start implementing some light exercise into your routine. You find out that it makes you happy and you feel a milion times better. But due to the lack of social contact you regress back into your older self.
Once it's all over you start chatting with your few friends and they encourage you to go places. So you go where you always wanted to go. It changes your life and you never want to go back. Perhaps then you start appreciating your life more and realize, that it has been almost quarter of a century, so why not start living now.
Now you might start questioning how can some random dude know how you live your life and why should you care? You're right. Well, how's it going for you then?
So you think to yourself: 'alright, I see your point. You were lucky enough. But I am not as lucky as you are, cowboy.'
Yet if hadn't asked myself what I really want, I wouldn't have spent one whole year in Asia, changed myself and finally took matter into my own hands. In fact, you don't have to do as I did. But if you hadn't done yet, you can take a few minutes every day to reconsider if you are happy with your life and if not, why? Then proceed to plan out how to make the most of it. I think that's the whole point. You can choose a path that had been trodden by so many or you can take the other road, much more dangerous. You'll never know unless you try it.
As I finished watching the movie, I tried to get my head around what I have just seen. I wanted to search for a movie analysis, something I have been always doing since high school. But then I said: 'Ah, screw it. Why should someone else tell me how to think?'
So, I guess you can do the same with this post.