In this game of life, a frantic obsessive young blooded man seeks to develop vision, perspective and the right inventory of thoughts.
A wayward worldview is the bedrock of a giant fall. But a memorable stinging pinch from the Creator at the right time, has tethered me many a times from falling into irrevocable devastation.
Thankfully, things systematically took form in the right sequential manner. Good timing and the will of the Creator has saved me from myself many a times.
We experience setbacks and detours not because we didn’t mean well.
Like a Car, who’s brakes are on the edging verge of collapsing and wearing out.
But because the Creator knows the intent of a great theoretical plan and forces the turn on a highway and let’s your car engine break down incapacitating your fast and furious high-octane speeds of conquering, because he knows your brakes aren’t in the best shape, and so won’t you be, if he doesn’t break your fall before the fall breaks you.
Hence, the delay in your vision.
The hiatus you experience.
The prominent silence between the inhaling and exhaling.
The pause.
Why I write the way I write?
Cause, I’m steaming with impatience to get to the point. The sugarcoating dilly-dally pisses me off.
Systemic rosters and appointments, fillers between getting to the point, have all sculpted me to know life’s too short and "maple syrup sweet obfuscation" is not what’s needed in this content overdosed world.
I could be just another guy making you go OCD about attracting the right things as per some “Law of Attraction” crap that’s a new mental acid floating around for the 2000’s kids to attract some material goods. Doesn’t work that way, mate. This soothsaying will only go so far attracting some delusions into your ginormous mental magnet, so to speak.
Law of Attraction: Fallacious, phony and misleading logic.
Rather,
The Sting.
The Burn.
The Slap.
The Rebuke.
Always does great good in the end of any matter.
After much pondering, I’ve coined my method of conveying the point:
It’s called the FlameThrowing Stingray. And the Practitioner of such a theory is called a FlameThrower.
Our website is where you'll find the FlameThrower in all his splendor. Here, you’ll find ideas and thoughts causing a bunch of burns, that could either cause you to think or say (Enter Expletive) and shut the website.
I love it this way.
Binary.
1 or 0.
Black or white.
Truth or Lies.
No sneaky snide shade in between.
The FlameThrower knows how to Trigger you into growing and conquering.
When it comes to the truth, I'm a Stinging Stingray.
I’m not a flatterer.
It’s one thing I’ll never be.
Yours truly,
The FlameThrower.
