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Ah!, yet again I have to put my preference for finding the easy way around those obstacles blocking my progress to one side, for a more vigorous approach. I am becoming paranoid now that all I do is run from an unseen, and probably imaginary enemy, only to be stopped by something that is physically present. That something repeatedly requires me to destroy it in order to pass by. Two compulsions now afflict me, run and bash. Am I still sane?. I don't know I just keep on keeping on.
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Finally I feel I am close to the end of this nightmare. The compulsion to run without reason is now not so prevalent. The habitual bashing of all obstacles has been left behind. My head throbs at the torment of these repeated behaviours that I cannot rid myself of, so it is with relief that I am confronted with a new challenge. The requirement to use my strength and lift an object. I bend my back, puff out my cheeks, heave it up, only to find it lands back on my foot. The torment goes on.
Jarath was a man of few friends, but I attend his funeral because I respected what he sought in life. Jarath was a free spirit who opposed law and restrictions. A man determined that the individual should not be constrained by convention or dogma. He was not one to allow himself to be boxed into a lifestyle of conformity and obedience just to satisfy the beliefs of the society that he reluctantly belonged to. He sought to follow his own beliefs and intentions throughout his short tenure, but he died bravely pursuing those beliefs. He discovered railing against society is a path not easily followed.