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the kidnap

Post author By mindexplorer
Post date April 20, 2020
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031 – The Kidnap

Debbie sat motionless on the sand, facing the ocean. She watched the crisp blue water moving against the soft beige sand, it was almost soundless at the time, even the waves sounded really soft to her ears. It was early morning under early April warm sun and yet the wind felt cold. At 6.00 a.m. there was no one around at this part of the beach. Debbie enjoyed the solitary as if she owns the beach. The view was gorgeous, calming her. When she was not too absorbed in her own mind she tried to ignore the sting on her cast left arm. She’d been wearing the blue cast since last week and her doctor said she had to wear it for at least 6 weeks. Great. So much for fun summer break. Debbie was supposed to be in Italy with her friends this summer. The incident she had a week ago prevented her from travelling overseas. She was under investigation, with the police involved and everything. It was bizarre. All she did was trying to save a foreign boy from being kidnapped, when she ended up endangering herself in front of a speeding car and then being accused of hiding information from the police and those rude federal agents in finding out the kidnapper. Everyone says it was her fault, and that she should think first before taking this risk in the first place. Sadly, Debbie began to think they were right.

“Good morning.”

Debbie turned toward the sun and looked up to see a tall dark shadow standing away from where she sat. She covered her eyes to with her palm blocking the sunlight and saw a man standing with hands inside the pockets of his dark tailored pants. Despite the impeccable suit, he looked kind of a mess, in a way that his eyes were puffy and he had a scruffy face that looked like he has not shaved for days.

“Hi,” Debbie said confused. She never met the man before.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your morning. I didn’t expect to see anyone here this early.” He said, almost to himself.

Debbie felt rudeness and sadness at the same time.

“I don’t mind sharing the beach.” Debbie said lightly.

A slight move at the corner of his lips looked like an effort to smile.

“You’re very kind.” He said, moving closer and took a seat on the sand still a few steps away from Debbie. He did not seem to mind the sands touching his suit and covering his black leather shoes. His eyes wandered across the blue ocean, then glanced at Debbie and her cast arm. He didn’t say anything, then looked back at the ocean.

“Are you all right?” Debbie asked. Her parents taught her to be polite, and to mind her own business, but she could not help herself asking, seeing the man looked so sad.

The man turned to her with his blue eyes that suddenly turned razor sharp.

“Why do you ask?”

Debbie shrugged.

“I should probably asking you the same question.” The man said, gesturing the cast arm.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Debbie said, “this doesn’t hurt, really.” She lied.

The sharp glare turned softer.

“What happened?”

Debbie did not feel like telling stories. She thought for a quick answer.

“I fell off the curb.” And was hit by a kidnapper’s car.

The man nodded but did not extend any remarks, as if knowing that Debbie did not really want to talk about it. He glanced back to the ocean and seemed to be quite comfortable being in silence. Debbie let it by. She was not here to mind other people’s business, but he had picked her curiosity, made her wonder why he was here with a full suit he seemingly worn from last night’s event. His mind was busy and whatever it was he was thinking at the moment, it made him sad.

They sat side by side in silence for few minutes, enjoying the calm and breathtaking view, then Debbie heard a familiar voice calling her.

“Miss Debbie, they’re waiting for you!” Debbie looked over her shoulder and saw Jess, the helper who worked at the house where she stayed in, waving at her from up the hill.

The man turned to her as Debbie got up.

“It’s breakfast calling.” Debbie said.

“You don’t stay at the Hotel?” he asked, also standing up.

Debbie shook her head. Remembering all the publicity due to the attempted kidnapping a week ago, Debbie tried to avoid unnecessary crowd. She wondered, but glad, that this man did not seem to recognise her. He probably was new to the area.

“I have to go.” Debbie said. “See you around, I guess.”

The man nodded but did not say anything.

As Debbie walked up the hill toward the impatient Jess, she looked back and saw the man was walking away, along the beach. Something was bothering him, and strangely that worried her. He seemed like a nice person.

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Irony

Can someone be in the crowd and yet she feels so alone? Can someone screams and yet nobody hears?

There are times when I feel like I’m living in other people’s body. It is as if everything I do is the act of someone I know and yet so unattached. As if I see someone is sleeping on my bed, doing my works, eating my food, or driving my car. As if I look at myself doing a lot of things yet it was not me doing it. I think I’m so messed up that my mind tricks me.

It is so messed up. The world is. I don’t think I can live up to it, not in a normal way other people could. What’s normal anyway? There is nothing normal about this world, not to me. Everything is so messed up in here. A place where things don’t look as it seems. A place where people could put on their faces in so many different ways within seconds yet they call each of them the genuine one. A place where everything was staged and yet it was so believable everyone thinks it was a natural and spontaneous act. A place where those colourful voices just sound so clearly black and white to me. I hate it. I want to live elsewhere but here. Let me go. Let me be off far and far away. Out of this world. Let me leave.

You see. What an irony. Nobody stops me, and yet I’m still here.

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Lost

Post author By mindexplorer
Post date July 9, 2013
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I’m lost. If there are signs to lead the way, I don’t see them. Every morning I read newspapers, and everyday I see the disturbing pattern as the corruption becomes increasingly “trending” in this country. It’s the pattern showing how selfish the ones who corrupt the people’s money. More and more it involves those people you think you could trust, and elected to represent you. Ironically they were the ones we trust to run our country. But it’s naive, isn’t it, to think that you could trust someone, anyone, in the government? I couldn’t trust politicians. I have trouble believing their acts, that they do what they do for the people. Now, where are they taking us?

I’m a proud citizen. I want to be. I realize not everybody has the ability to run a country. I don’t have it. But they do, they should do. I honestly don’t know where they lead us now, I have no clue. I see the loss of focus, the unstructured policies, the lack of attention to the people in needs, and the overly attention to trivial that could raise their popular votes. I see chaos and greed. So, what’s the plan? What are they focused on right now, that they are too busy to improve, build, rebuild or preserve the infrastructure, the culture, the education, the sport achievements, all those we had been so proud of in the past? What are they concerned of that they do something about them? Poverty? Unemployment? Health? Security? What are their expectations that represent the expectations of the people for the next ten or hundred years? If they do have plans, expectations, and concerns, why it feels like we’re having the status quo? Are they doing what they should be doing? Or, are they lost, too? If I’m lost in this train of thoughts, they shouldn’t be, right? They should have the answers, they should be in control, they should be on the bright side of the road, leading the people toward the end, where the great things happened as they promised in the election days. They should not be lost. They should not be thinking only for a short term or too busy enriching themselves. Darn it. Who could be more naive than me to expect the ideal from our government?

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Interaction

Does it really matter what other people are thinking about you? Would it change the way you think about yourself? Would you want to change your mind about yourself when other people think otherwise? Does it bother you when people think negative about you? Would you want to change your behavior as the result of other people’s thinking about you?

The truth is, I cannot really ignore what other people are thinking about me. I’m not living alone in this world. Whether or not I like it, it is a reality that other people’s thinking about me are affecting my own thinking about myself. Is that a bad thing? It is not to dwell on other people’s negative thinking about me or critics on me. The energy is better used and directed to a more positive action, whether or not I agree with those negative thinking or critics. Arguing about whether or not I should agree with those negative thinking or critics is probably not a good idea either. When someone throws a critic at me, the defensive wall tend to rise. It just feels so natural that way, protecting self from the outside world. Yet, I sense that couldn’t always be the best first reaction, not when you choose to live in the world that is filled with human interaction.

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Catastrophy

We live in an unpredictable Planet Earth and human is so dependent on its nature. We have witnessed so many catastrophic events due to natural disasters around the world almost in each month of last year and as Planet Earth was seen so restless at that time it is almost expected that it gets even more restless this year and years to come. That alone would likely be able to destroy and wipe out the entire human lives, and yet there are other causes of catastrophic events just as deadly, to add the list i.e. war, crimes, accidents, suicides, etc. It is as if human can’t wait to be erased from this universe. They are so in a hurry to take each others lives or their own for that matter. Strange or maybe it’s not so strange phenomenon that human act that way. Human is so intelligent yet can be so foolish. No human is free from making any mistakes which could be a weakness and strength at the same time and human can be so unforgiving to each other. It is strange that way. It’s such a great mystery that human can live peacefully at one side and in such rage and enmity on another side of the world.