He believed in small joys of life… he celebrated them.
He would call the silly rain drops dripping in streetlight – “Falling Stars”
He wouldn’t bother how bad he’s hit and stomped over, he would still find joy in silly small things around him…
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They couldn’t digest it.
Their foremost tactic was to attack his closest blood, who were scrambling to help him cope and survive. For that, they decided to cook up interpretations for whatever he did as if he was against his blood. That served many purposes for them. The primary result was that he was paralyzed. He could no longer function normally. He couldn’t do those small things of joy that carried him in his lowest of times.
Their interpretations also were intended to curtail all his choices. They tried to establish interpretations so that whenever he exercised a choice for daily needs of existence, it meant something, and they reacted accordingly. The goal was to bring down the choices he had, finally to zero, finally to his non existence.
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He believed in small joys of life… he celebrated them.
He would call the silly rain drops dripping in streetlight – “Falling Stars”
He wouldn’t bother how bad he’s hit and stomped over, he would still find joy in silly small things around him…
Mumblings of A Schizophrenic 