The path ahead.

Greetings from Skiathos, stranger. What is Skiathos, i hear you asking. It is a small island in Sporades, Greece. Your glum guy has been visiting this island for 5 years now.And no, it's not because i like it so much.There are certain circumstances which dictate me to be here once or twice per year, none of your business to be honest.And if you don't like my attitude, click the red "X" in the upper right corner of your browser.And yes, i am angry.I am angry because i am supposed to be on vacation, and still i keep thinking of worrying things.I visit the beach and instead of ordering a drink, i think about how different my life would be if, lets say, i had never decided to learn English.I swear, i have to stop thinking and relax some.If you have any ideas on how i can achieve that, feel free to tell ne.No, i won't type my email here, use the comment box, duh.
Anyway, back to the point.Just an hour ago, i was thinking of something worth sharing.Something big enough to keep a person busy for the rest of his life,yet small enough to fit in a 50 lines blogger post.
I was thinking of the path ahead,stranger, and how it slowly unfolds before our eyes during our daily lifes.Sometimes, this happens without us even noticing it.If you don't believe in fate, stop reading and go away,shoo.(Still a bit angry.)
During our life, there come times when we must make decisions based on some criteria which influence us at that time.Little do we realise what an important role these minor details have in our destination.For example,since i am still a bit angry as i said, i am going to be glum for the rest of the evening.This in turn may influence my girlfriend, who is going to spend her evening with me, which could lead to her feeling bad as well, and in turn her life may take a whole different course than the one it would have taken if i had decided to stop thinking about stupid things and just relax and sip my stupid drink at the beach.I have therefore concluded that we should be really careful about how we react to some things.Our smallest action contains a lurking reaction, which could alter a great deal of things,whether we know it or not.
Yet, there are some things that need to be done.We cannot avoid them.One of these things is national service.(military service).
I was never the one to be proud of my country, and therefore i can't say i am fond of the idea of military service.With that said, i tried to prolong the inevitable for as long as i could.However,i recently decided that the time has come for me to join the ranks as an infantry soldier, and that there was no point delaying it any longer.With that decision, i set my path for the next 8 months. Reactions followed suit from my relatives,friends,family,girlfriend.I couldn't care less about some of them,but for some of them,i knew that my decision would play a quite important role for their lives too.I took my time and pondered my decision in the long run.And a question arose.Are these people ready to follow MY path, based on MY decisions,whether they know it or not? I must be the judge of this unfortunately.It is a grim task, albeit a necessary one. The people who surround us should be ready to follow us, as we should be ready to follow them.Even if some sacrifices are involved.Mark my words stranger,when you decide it's time for a change in your life and before you set off to follow that path, do take a close look at the people that you think you trust. and would like to bring along to that path.They may have a different opinion and be unable to share it with you.

And just because i know you need a funny relevant picture...

Bad Habits.

Some things in life are just too addictive. You start doing them and you just can't stop. Most people have been part of an addiction at least once or twice in their life which they usually refer at as "a hobby". As long as you keep enjoying this hobby of yours, and as long as it doesn't cost you valuable time from your life, everything is fine. You kill some time, perhaps also have fun and possibly meet new people. But what happens when this hobby slowly begins to take up most of your time,and people near you begin to notice that you devote less and less time to them?
Things can get really ugly, I should know. I used to play a game,called World of Warcraft (WoW).You may or may not have heard of it stranger, odds are that you have.I began playing casually,but slowly while I was playing, I realized that there was some serious competition involved in that game.The more you were playing,the better your character would be. I am a competitive person by nature,stranger. I like being the best at what I do. These facts combined, I ended up spending more and more time in this game,ignoring many people in my life, such as my friends (those who had not yet succumbed to it already at least) and more importantly, my girlfriend Christine.I was addicted, it was functioning like a drug for me.All the attempts my relatives and family were making to wake me up, make me realize that it was just a waste of time playing 6-7 hours per day were in vain.All I was seeing were pixels in front of a computer screen changing shapes and colors.Yes, I did meet some worthy people in that game, even made some friends.But I almost stopped meeting Christine and hanging out with my friends.I was becoming an e-zombie,playing WoW all day. I was someone else in that game,someone i enjoying being.I was leading groups of adventurers into raiding a mythical monster's lair,instructing them and guiding them, and simultaneously losing my social life and money.I was so deeply addicted, that apart from the countless hours I would spend playing the game, I would often visit other sites and learn how to make WoW gold, or learn which the last piece of good equipment for my character was.
Four years I was playing that game. Looking back now, I want them back.But I know nobody can give them back to me. All I am left with are the experiences I had in game and at least some of them are quite nice, I might add. Maybe I was supposed to learn something from all these years. Move on, evaluate some things in life that are usually taken for granted.And I did.
After I stopped WoW and became semi-social again, I started appreciating the small joys of life a bit more, became more talkative and generally a happier person.I promised not to ever let a bad habit-or hobby for that matter- take over all my spare time again and instead divide this valuable gift in many different activities.If you have to learn something from this post,then here it is,stranger; Each thing in life has it's own value, and people tend to overestimate the value of some things.Weigh them carefully, and think twice before you become addicted with something.

Why so glum?

You may wonder why i am so glum.Or you may wonder who i am.Or why you are reading this.So many things to wonder, you don't even know what to wonder about.Let me let you in a secret.Wondering about something is bad.It takes the magic off the given situation, emotion,person etc.So, stop wondering about what you will read next for a moment.
Did you stop wondering? Great.Now, sit comfortably, because this is going to be a long read, and most probably meaningless.In fact, i would not even advise you to read this.Just click that small "x" button at the top right corner of your screen,because after you have read this, you will regret the time you spent reading it.See? You have already spent about 2 minutes of your life reading this, and yet you learned nothing, nothing at all.
Since you are still here reading, i see there is no way i can get rid of you.You asked for it then, here are my thoughts; First of all, i am afraid.Don't wonder what i am afraid of, as you agreed to stop wondering a few lines before.I am afraid of this thing we are all afraid of, but are to afraid to admit it; Whether my life will be a fulfilling one, full of great experiences, or an empty life that will lead me nowhere.Because there comes a time when we are old and we have to reach a verdict.Was it worth it? And the answer just can't come out.
The truth is i don't know what to do with the time that was given to me to live.Mind you, it could be one day or another 70 years.But what difference does it make? My cause in life is lost, if there ever was one.Yes i do enjoy some fleeting moments of happiness.But is this enough? Sometimes i think that i keep thinking too much, sometimes i think that i can't think enough and sometimes i think there is no point in thinking.Ironic, eh? I don't have the will or the courage to settle with long term goals and achieve them as the years pass.And I don't even know why.You will now probably try to think of an answer to my problem just to prove to yourself that you can readily answer any question about life by an unknown guy from the Internet.You can't.You simply can't because you don't know me yet,stranger.And just because i doubt you want to get to know me( and also because i am sleepy), i must bid you here farewell.If you ever want to read something pointless again, do visit my blog again.I am sure i will have something for you.

The glum guy.