(To Escape The Wall of Shame)

Hey, there! Welcome to the 5th (or 4th) post!

This time we are discussing the "things (people) carry", be them physical, mental or extra-dimensional. Although that is the topic, the sole objective of this post is to escape "The Wall of Shame" at E122. So, here we go with the things I carry...

I am not sure I have a physical thing that I attach much value to, or that I carry around with me all the time. I have this small red box that you'll - most of the time - find in one of my pockets. However, Gen. Keith finds more use in it than I do. GPS co-ordinates, "telephony metadata", cellular signals and all. Additionally, I carry my self (the physical one; the body) with me all the time. The logic is that if people claim their bodies carry the burdens and weight of their phantom dimensions, then hey, why not the other way around for me? Therefore, the physical thing I carry around is my body. Now, ladies, hold your horses. It is clothed and heavily protected - at all times. ;)

Dreams. I had a terrible one just last night. No, it wasn't about my name being indelible from The Wall of Shame. It was about something else. Anyways, let's talk dreams in the topic's context. 

          

         Q: "What is the dream you keep locked away and hidden - you know the one that drives you?"

    

         A:  I'd so much like to share it with you! But...but...like you said, it's locked, you know. And I can't seem to find the key anywhere! Darn it! :)   

Even more tragic could be the possibility of opening the safe after looking for the key for forever, and finding it empty. Zero! Zilch! Nada! So, a logical solution seems to be to wait for something to crystallize inside first. Luckily for us (or me), we (or I) have the power to influence what forms inside by the things that go on in the close vicinity.

There have been lots of faces in and out of my years. Most were just that - faces; others were lighthouses; a few were painting brushes; and five are (notice not "were") the girders and framework of my life. Irony is, the latter group's members don't have faces! They are more like virtual beings; albeit with more influence in my life than all other real people combined. Truth is, though, Galt, Roark, d'Anconia, Rearden and Taggart each lived more complete lives in their book-length existence than all other real people that I know - combined. If these five morphed into one real person, trust me, earth would have been a better place to live in. 

That said, however, it is not like I don't have real people I look up to. My parents, especially my mother, play significant roles in my life. I am closer to my mother in that we discuss about most things even though we are so different. Her frank and honest, yet smart approach to life has been exemplary to me. 

When I think of myself (I just did, for this post's sake), limiting my thoughts to adjectives - and three of them at that - becomes hard. Why think of oneself when there is a pre-defined limit to how far one can think? Isn't thinking supposed to be boundless? Anyways, getting back to the question, I think of myself in more than adjectives, with full meaning and context instead of "spare-part" adjectives. For that reason, and because my thinking was limited to three I-don't-know-whats, here are three statements I can say about myself. I hate contradictions. I hate incompetence. I admire endeavor and achievement.  

Lastly, regarding memories and experiences: There isn't much in those premises. Maybe, to a limited extent, the fact that I have been educated in more than five schools in three different countries. That, I believe, is a rare experience. Not in so much as shaping or molding me, but helping me realize the value of existence, a freak car-accident at four and a lengthy time of illnesses a few years later did a good job. However, with age, I am sure to encounter more life-defining incidents. Those incidents, I hope, will be included in all my authorized and unauthorized biographies. So, my authorized biographer, wherever you are, sharpen your writing skills, take many AP classes, get into a good liberal-arts college and constantly Google my name. As for you, unauthorized biographers - I have reasonable belief that there are many of you, you cannot imagine the lawsuits that will follow your books' publications and send them to the top of Time's Bestseller List.  

See you next time!