I go hunting

So you go hunting.... confused, so was I when I thought of this topic. While I am writing this I am amazed at the lack of clarity that I have in my life. The spirals and the tropical changes of behaviour, the choices I keep making and the people I keep meeting. Uhhh.

So where did I leave my sanity amidst all this confusion or is it that my loss of sanity is the primary reason of the never ending confusion. I don’t know. What I know is life keeps offering me choices... am pretty sure it offers the choices to you as well. What I make of them and how I approach the choices is what determines when and how the haze percolating through my mind and surrounding all my senses is going to disappear.

I know not many feel so disturbed. I have met these people. They keep questioning my logic of confusion, as though I know the logic. IDIOTS. If I knew what the logic was, wouldn't I be not confused.

So what am I confused about? The list is long and I don’t have patience. Ill just speak about what it means to go hunting. The predator hides in the fields slowly crouching towards the herd of its prey. Grazing unknowingly, the prey goes unhindered in all directions. The crouching tiger then points to one of the weaker looking prey and focuses entirely on its movements. Then one clean action is needed to begin the chase and end it swiftly by snapping the neck in two.

By hunting I mean looking at all the choices, slowly evaluating each one, and then focusing on one to attack it swiftly and cleanly. Then come back the next day to evaluate other choices.

Basic formula ATTACK EACH CHOICE ONE AT A TIME.

Why hunt? If the tiger doesn’t hunt it dies a slow and painful death. It knows it needs to make these rigorous evaluations everyday just to sustain its life. By making these choices it might be injured brutally and die on the spot. But dying slowly, knowingly, by the virtue of being lazy is worse. It erodes your systems and you can literally feel all your organs shutting down, one at a time. Your death approaches you in slow even paces and keeps hovering about you till all the life out of you is passed on to more productive creatures.

GO HUNT