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Ideasmithy and the tough world

I just got addicted to ideasmithy.. naah.. just her blogs.. there are so many..
The one thing that I liked about Ideasmithy was her clarity of thought... She knew what to say and when... all world carefully crafted and drafted... it was so sad to see her abilities all centered around herself...
That is the prime problem with sensitive and talented people like Ideasmithy... She knows she is fighting the wrong battle, for the wrong reasons and with the wrong enemy... She knows and still she fights.. with a cold blind dark fury..
She draws blood... and she sheds some... and she grins and groans... she knows she needs an enemy to make her struggle worthwhile...
she needs a crusade.. a holy crusade.. which she can fight with all the venom she can muster... The problem with most of us people in this century is that we have no real battles... no challenges... a meagre existential existence.. which has no reason to justify.. no "real" reason..
The wonder I felt when I read her blogs was the sensitivity with which she observes the world.. the minute details that catch her attention.. the colorful adjectives she uses... the actions she describes...
She could have been the "one"... She is trapped in a body which does not let the spirits soar...
I think she is a bit like me... I think I understand her.. Don't tell her though because she had launch into a battle with me... If she had written the same about me... I would have gone for her balls...
I had summed up my life in a manner that really caught the essence of what I was missing... I hope she has not taken my plagiarizing her article to her heart...
Like I described myself oneday.. I had take the risk to do it to a breed to which ideasmithy belongs ... "you see them as a modern archetype—a talented, disappointed person surrendering to an anger they cannot govern, an existential blackness they cannot understand"
Good Luck Ideasmithy... on your way...

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