Hey, sorry for the lack of updates regarding this blog but I’m sure you’d all understand when I give out a perfectly valid reason: We got robbed.
We got robbed and my laptop was taken, along with all the notes, pictures, movies, comics and sentimental shit it holds.
Now, I’m not going to get into much detail on how it happened but believe me when I say that being robbed sucks big time. It especially sucks when you’re not there to do something about it. It majorly sucks when you still have to pay for the damn thing knowing that it’s being used by evil men plotting evil things, but I digress.
But like a real trooper, one has to face the situation and at least try to get something useful from it. So, I give you several lessons this experience has taught me:
1. Some people REALLY suck
This is actually the first time this sort of thing happened to me and even if I hear this story everyday from the news, it still kind of surprising how some people knowingly take from other people (i.e. me).
Their lack of respect and regard to other people and their bellongings astound me. That’s why I’m 100% sure there’s a special place in hell reserved for these motherfuckers.
2. It’s not the price but the value that counts
The first time I heard about the news (after verifying that everyone’s safe), I didn’t think about the price of the stolen stuff right away, I immedately thought about its value. Its sentimental value.
I know it’s surprising that beneath this tough, muscular exterior of mine, is someone who’s sentimental about material objects. But what I remember is the time planning to buy the item, looking at the specs, and searching for the right store to buy it; only fot it to be taken from me in one evening. That bastard.
The price is just secondary.
3. The power of zendagi migzara
When I tell people that I lost my laptop, the most often response I get is, “Really?!”. They can’t seem to fathom that a guy who just got robbed can talk about it in the most nonchalant manner. See, I read this line in The Kite Runner that stuck to me even until now: zendagi migzara. Life goes on. It’s so simple yet, so meaningful.
So whatever it is you’re going through, be it as small as losing something or as huge as losing someone, remember: life goes on.
Grow some balls and show life you can, and will move on.
EDIT: Also, it’s hard to type/blog on my phone so excuse any wrong spellings, ya?