Maxim-Que sera sera.

"Que sera sera." --Italian Proverb

"Whatever will be, will be"--which at first sight might be misunderstood as a diminutive self-indulgence smart sheltering people briefly from present problems for its seemingly passive notation, essentially can be of great wise given due human's nature, that is, people are much more delicate than they supposed to be without composure. This kind of composure generally works as an expedient to help people disentangle from daily accumulating trivia confusions. Especially when people cannot help but ponder their ultimate cause, identity anxiety, and empathy doubts, etc., lacking of composure can cause mind states unqualified for solving out the logic-oriented problems, even exacerbate them. The way people function, Freud believed, follows parallel rules liken to a pressure venting system. By venting pressure promptly, people gain impetus from their incentive final goal, obtaining relief, thus renewing their response mechanism based on the experience. However, without the sedating wisdom of "Que sera sera", people's venting rhythms can be obscured beneath chronic nervousness, which is rooted in human's cognition as fundamental phobia for problems. For instance, if one guy is fear of a certain dog always in his way to workplace, in order to deal with it, he would either negatively suppress his fear, avoiding conflicts with the dog by making a detour, or positively digest such an unwise fear, letting it smoothly flow by persuading himself the dog may not be that harmful, or even it might be, it cannot cause stern damages. In both ways, this guy must make his decision to overcome the cognitive dissonance as quickly as possible; otherwise he could be late for work. And to bring such compromise into playing its necessary role, the guy needs to maintain his efficiency, to understand it is not like that he must control everything to achieve his goal, but that he should be aware of that even so, there is nothing guaranteed as absolute safety for him. "Of all the wonder that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come. " In William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, Caesar's motto significantly corresponds to the que-sera-sera attitude. Once realizing and admitting such reality, only with candid courage to allow oneself borne with not-omnipotent self positioning, one can deal with discouraging situations more calmly and live more effectively.

Narration-Orpheus and Eurydice

“If you lead her coming out towards the light, she as shadow will revive.” The Pluto brought out Eurydice, Orpheus’ beloved wife whose life was taken by a serpent, then vanishing into the negative space, leaving a fleeting gleam to the living and the walking dead.

She was stiff already; the inconsistent way she toddled, the uncertain breath collapsing behind, her contour shadowy, all fragments welling up a barely visible velvet haze withered his eyes, making him wait, hesitate and walk. Patiently she a hollowed muppet pulled strings by the man, who played lyre for the mercy of Hades, waited, followed, and ghosted. Blood and darkness mixture covered their steps. Only Orpheus could see through. 

“Her rusty shadow will unconsciously follow you until you look back.” The voices echoed, crumbling into his topsy-turvy mind. The roads so far so a stretching metaphor, to him, was liken to the hell flame licked his sanity. His heart was violent and mute.

Was she millions of spiderwebs torn asunder? Trillions of stardust misted? Zillions of floating pure venom coming into force only if he turn around?

He captured a ghost of tomorrow near the end of Underworld. His faithful epitaph dying through the longest shuffling, his discrete love hymn for Eurydice worn out; he sensed her as if he smelled an unwanted death. The light of living-being sneaked into his blurry view. Eventually, he ceased the rule.

Orpheus turned around. His finger tips edged her uncertain edge.

She was the beloved one.

“Who?” Eurydice’s numbing murmurs zipped back into the black ether.

She was stiff already.

Negativities - Exercise in Style

Negativities

The weather was neither chilly, nor scorching, but muggy. It was neither sunny, nor rainy, but overcast.  It was neither my father, nor my chair, but my grumpy lazy cat, Nini, that neither rubbed onto my slack laps nor bit but clawed my skin without showing mercy. It was neither an urge to run for my life nor a sense of thirsty driving me unsettled, but an importunate instinct to pee.

Make A Stone Stony

This is a piece of dark purification with barely visible, oval-looking white slim stripes resembling in a spiral pattern, almost like a gorilla baby’s thumbprint.

Passive - 5 sentences story

It was overcast in midsummer. My slack laps were being pressed by my grumpy, lazy cat, Nini. The seemingly no-bounds sleepiness of her was from time to time interrupted by my unstable leg movements, trying to stand still, which generally was the inevitable result of a vague urge to having the restroom being gone to. No mercy was shown then. It was Nini that my fragile kneecaps were scratched by.

The Stardust and The Singularity

In the center of galaxy, the wandering stardust cast a consistent glooming shadow upon its surroundings. 

“So much for a dazzling star; now I am just a ghost from the past,” the stardust sighed, feeling pity for itself. 

Suddenly it heard a far call from mysterious unknown. “I am capable of qualifying you for what you shall wish.” 

The stardust searched out for where the voice came from. A newborn singularity winked inside fuzziness, voicing hoarse and tempting. “I can reverse your pathetic fate. Refuel you. Regenerate a glowing star.” 

The stardust shook its head, wincing. “Stop hassling me. No light can escape from your massive gravity field.” 

“Not if I had devoured mass huge enough, my tidal force would contain me from grabbing you. Within my gravity field, all your particles will accelerate raptly and you shall shine. Again. ” The singularity induced the stardust which gazed blankly. 

More or less, it moved towards the abyss in a desperate manner. “What do I need to do?” 

“Bring your friends to me,” the singularity persuaded it calmly. 

“Sounds not fair.” 

“How? Are you unwilling to sacrifice your friend?” 

The stardust acted not exactly as the singularity expected. It came close, uncertainly murmured.“Actually, not at all. I just don’t have any friend to sacrifice. Would you be my friend?” 

Silence. 

“Well, no and no sorry for you.” The singularity eventually answered and gulped the stardust promptly in a fleeting moment. 

The moral: every one needs friends. Besides that, be nice.