Drama.
I appreciate the genre of drama films and drama tv series. Drama theatre. I like the drama in self-searching, independency-seeking books. I listen about drama stories around me and try to nod understandingly or feel sympathetic.
The word 'drama'. I can not bother searching its definition in the dictionary, because I know what it means, .... because it is all about drama in our lives.
The strange thing is that I deny having drama in my life. I deny liking drama in my life. I push the drama away from me as fast as I can...or as good as I can. The another strange thing is that...I seek drama or drama seeks me. Both ways work and vice versa. I hate all this drama I create. I despise making pity of my drama. I decline performing this act all over again. But here I am feeling drama. Again. Again. And again. I search for methods to escape it, to avoid it, to deny it, to vanish it. I search and search...and dive into it. In my drama. Eventually it happens. Eventually I surrender...eventually I become the drama. It is nothing. This drama is probably nothing. This drama is probably a fruit of my mind creativity. I deny feeling this drama this time. I will plausibly reach the failing point. After the failing point I will probably reach my failing point. But this is just one fear and two failing points. This will not turn out into drama. My failure will not be my drama...as long as I have saving bridges. As long as I stand on my feet.
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Drama loses this time even if failure wins over me.
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