You know there is something...something that is just not correct and it is driving you mad(no pun intended), like a splinter in your mind. You try to focus on that point. You try to visualize what that little thing is that needs to be corrected. That little piece of crucial information that is missing in your day life. That thing that is so small yet so big. That thing that looks like a little piece of a puzzle that you can't seem to find. Without it the puzzle won't look nice. That piece, that splinter, that information you need to find. So you go in search for it. You think and think and think and then you realize that you are not looking for the piece but the piece is looking for you. You just seem to miss each other by only a milimeter. You still don't know what is wrong...hmm maybe wrong is the wrong word. It is not wrong it is just not there. How can something be wrong if it is not there. Anyway I'm going off topic.
This little piece that is driving you mad and can't seem to find you makes you feel like you are in a prison. A prison you cannot see or taste or touch. That little piece in my life is love

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Do you know what is funny about morph powers? No? You only learn to value it when you don't have them anymore

Morphed quote: Do you know what is funny about a forum? You only learn to value it when you don't have it anymore

Moral of the story: Learn to value the things you have instead of things you don't have, as soon as you lost what you had you will miss it the most even if it don't seem that important.

That moral seems to fit in with an old japaneze fairy tale I learned a few days ago. You had this man who worked with rocks and he wasn't happy he wanted to be a king, so somehow he became a king but then he suffered from the bright sunlight, so the sun defeats the king, so he wanted to be the sun, so he became the sun. But the sun was driven away by the storm so the storm was stronger then the sun. The man wanted to be the storm, when he was the storm he noticed that the storm was blocked by the rock. So the rock was stronger then the rock and who was master of the rock? Indeed.

I'm not a guy who wants to teach you moral lessons, I am not smart or experienced enough to teach you things like that. Neither do I want this journal turn into a class. But some experiences in my life I want to share with you and you can do with it what ever you want with it.

And Yes folks, here we have it! The M.A.D. Files. The journal of your friendly neighbourhood M.A.D. In this journal I will post stuff I think is interesting whether you like it or not :P

Talk to you later,

M.A.D.