Of Steel Bitted Teeth, Iron, and Irony.

After all the commotion's over, the truth reveals itself. Friends from foes, Lovers from loathers, pathetic to empathetic. Sometimes, I wish, you had a blog, where you penned down your emotions. Your feelings. Your thoughts. Your regrets. So that. I would know. Everything. I'm kinda selfish in that matter, where I want, I want, I want, and I expect you to give, give and give some more.

I shall uncap the bottle of feelings inside of me and let it fizzle a bit, like a soft drink or so, and let some of the emotions spill out, and get wasted away.

Let start with studying, the people with the smarts, and the people who don't. I shall define the output level, which is results as :

[ ( Talent * Hard Work ) + Experience ] - | Play time - Correct Amount of Play Time |

Where the Hardworking people suffer their guts out, just to be on the same level as the the talented people, I despise them. Why? They're hardworking people, probably nice people. But, they're in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where one finds his talent, he or she should put his talents into the correct training and not slam all the hard work down on something that has a future.

If you never had the interest of studying cases and researching behavior, why study law? If you never had the want to save lives, why take up medicine? People often slam down the people who have talent, by saying, he has talent, he's a born natural. You don't get the right to complain, because your talent lies somewhere else, and you're slogging you're guts out on your Desired Future.

“Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.” - Arthur Conan Doyle

Go find somewhere you are the talented.