From my grandma’s place we traveled with my cousins to Sacramento. In a grey day of the absent sun; it never fails me with an idea that sun can be a mechanical invention created by someone really powerful or trended by the weather channel; and yet there is no definite unequivocal theory on who’s making weather pattens be realistically, unforgiving or lovely, there is one certain truth that can never be denied that Mother Nature is single and very available; in many given ways of creative logic I perceived the moody spots with occasional rain-showers as internal reaction to humanities disregard of its own surrounding or its continuous control over its suppose natural flow.
In most cities when grey foggy clouds take over, some people go beyond their patterns; rare to moderate cases of these people. Go outskirts and make love beyond the uncertainly of a sunny holiday or a less stressful break from the tensions of the urban; especially that major corporations tend to apply austerity measures on human resource; sustainable or not, only the ‘going to healthy’ economy can tell.
Although it can be contested that the reality of personal choice can be in so many ways be generalist in manner; like if most people think in the same pattern; it becomes a consensus of truth; as the many is simply a lot and the few are nothing but humble. I remain to believe that it is not by manipulating thoughts that make one absolute or indispensable; it is when one believes truly on its own being that the truth of good and bad becomes a mere reflection of everyday struggle and not a hit or miss lucky chances; figuratively speaking it is not by the supremacy of faith nor religion that makes one above everyone else; freedom is one gift Which, makes individuality less abrasive and fearful; being less defensive on the expectation of reoccurring history is healthy.
Visiting California’s capital with wonderful city lights at night, understated weather, sandwiched by beautiful people, devoured by the affordable eat-all-you Japanese restaurant, doubts of boredom suddenly changed my curious mind; no wonder the City of Sacramento has deleted my suburban confusion of fear that I’ll be in danger of something beyond my control. Then I realize ‘this is the United States of America the land of the free and the brave.’ I am not even a citizen, but the feeling of my dream for every nation can be sorted in a simple conclusion, give others what they deserve and vise-versa; then freedom flows like an infinite flame of fire with a running spring of undying spirit of hope; as responsibility becomes a natural nature of everyone and not a cultivated culture out of fear but rather of love.
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