the unfinished journey

Azadidome FIction LitERATURE August, 1st of 2015

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THE UNFINISHED JOURNEY The driver of the rich kid passed by. He sighed Preface

An average student in university tries to make an attempt to push himself to be more helpful. He operates basically if you will a casino of thoughts. He uses a dice in order to force himself to take more risks in helping people. Through this he helps a lot of people. Only to realise that most of the people who he helps help in back in return. However, what he doesnt realise is that one of the person that he needs to help is himself.


Chapter 1: Shopkeeper

The guy with the green hat with a red star rolled a dice. The number 5 came on the dice. He had to help 5 people he never knew in his life. It was a scheme he set himself when he was in High school. He signed a contract with himself that every day of his life. He will roll a die and the number on the die will determine how many distinct people he nev-er knew he had to physically help on a particular die.

So 5 distinct people, 5 people he never knew. Yesterday, the dice rolled 6. It was a busy day. Probably so was the day.

He took a walk out of his college. The man in the farmer market was complaining about his finances. He took out a book about financing from his backpack and explained the concept of having a balance sheet and cash flow forecast. The man in the farmer market was glad that he learned how to finance himself.

The man in the farmer market took out a lighter and placed a cigarette on his lips.

Thanks, you want a light,the man in the farmer market said.

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Nah man. I dont do that shit. Whats your name?the guy with the green hat with a red star replied.

John,the man in the farmer market said.

Now, the man with a red star cap had to add John to his di-rectory of people who he had helped. As the man in the red star cap left, John looked at his balance sheet and personal finances.

John took out the cigarette from his mouth.

In the distance, he could hear a scream.

I keep doing this every single day in my life. It sucks my money and doesnt even help me in life,the familiar voice behind him said.

The man with the red star cap pulled out his dairy on wrote a name on his notepad. He then took out his Android be-cause he was bored. The teacher who he tried to educate about direct action and the philosophy of doing for self and not waiting for a Messianic organisation to provide him with an opportunity to apply his knowledge was on the phone negotiating with BMW and providing them with the same

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lecture which the man in the red star cap had tried to edu-cate him about.

The teacher came over to him.

Thanks a lot you have opened my eyes,the teacher told him.

Ive read your theory on life experiments,the teacher told him.

And yet he said to himself we was still repeating a failed experiment which leads to mistakes. Too many mistakes equals to failure.

The teacher snatched the phone from his hand.

This experiment you have. Just staring wishing that a good idea is no good. I just finished my experiment right there. I had enough and know I am going to decide that I help other people in my life and not wait a messianic organisation. By the way, if you had read the book which was in your spam than you might have realised a major flaw of your security system,the teacher told him.

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As the teacher walked away he said, My perspectives are shit. Unless you are mentally constipated how I shit should not be of much importance to you,

Luckily for me I got a 1. Im done for today. Thanks for your advice,the teacher told his student.

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Chapter 2: Environmentalist

As John continued walking down the hallway to his class-room. It was the environmentalists again, they were really annoying however they walked in packs. And they were many of them hence it was very easy to knock of 2 from his list.

We humankind are producing too much. Our demand for crude oil based products is on a continuous rise. Hence, we are forced to on a spontaneously resort to mass pro-duction. This is dangerous for humanity,the environmental-ist said.

A close affiliate of our organisation has an important thing to say,the other environmentalist said.

He hated this. They always made him do impromptu speeches. But after a while he was getting pretty good at it.

We have to understand that we must as individuals must realise that our consumeristic attitude may be enticing to us individually. However, this very urge is destructive for the entire making in the long term. This is what capitalism is based on. This is what industrialism is based on. It is the trend based society in which all of us inhabit in which pro-

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vides a liquid for capitalism to flow through. If all of us. When I say each and every one of you individuals regard-less of gender, ethnicity and religion ,John said.

He looked out the window. From the window, he could see the factory. It was producing ammonia. The key to fertilis-ers. He remembered his chemistry classroom. There was apparently this German Nazi guy called Haber who built up his own process. He used Iron apparently denoted by Fe in the periodic table.

He had to acknowledge though that all of the food that he ate. Most of the plastics that were present in his hands were basically by products of mass scale industrial poly-merisation. The Che Guevarra chain on him was achieved through mass extraction and purification of metals. And probably they utilised the electrolytic cell the silver is sent and stuck to the red star.

Why are you looking outside of the window? on of the en-vironmentalists asked him.

Nothing, just day-dreaming. Nah I mean, he replied.

Workers these days. They are all around me, a student said as he walked past John.

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Yo, man. These so called workers. Create everything that you have around you,John explained to the student.

This pencil in your hand. It was made by someone who spent their entire day in some retarded assembly line hop-ing that they may be you,the teacher told the student.

"Learn to respect workers. They are human. They create everything around you from the clothes you wear, to your glasses, this building we are in right now, everything, every-thing,John remarked.

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Chapter 3: Worthless?

The cleaning lady passed right next to him. She took out a schedule from her pocket. She took a sigh.

Now I got to go to the factory to work. Then get the money. Just to feed my family, Im worthless, she said to herself.

The window cleaner passed by him. He took out a sched-ule from his pocket. He took a sigh.

I have to go to clean the door now. Just so that I wont get fired Im worthless, he said to himself.

The driver of the rich kid passed by him. He received a phone call. He took a sigh.

John sprinted ahead. John was going to be late for his next class

I have to go pick him now. Just so that I wont Im worth-less,the driver said to himself.

But if John didnt help a single one of these people then he would feel worthless. Worthless students are good for noth-ing except increasing the carbon dioxide in the universe he

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told himself. He opened his locker and stared at the picture of Lenin which he stuck on the back.

He looked at the picture hard.

Man I hate you. If you werent born man than I could have been lazy. But because of you, I cannot. Curse you,he said.

The cleaning lady, window cleaner and the driver were walking behind him right now talking about how they wish they could gain enough money so that they or their children could go to university.He had to think of something quick. A quick lesson so that he wont be too late for class and he wont feel worthless for letting the masters of labour and in-dustry feel worthless. He decided that he needed to tem-porarily join the worthless crew. They were going in the same direction as him.

I feel worthless too, he told himself.

Why you? they asked him.

I came to university to help people out. You see I felt worthless before coming here. My main point to come here was to help other people not to feel worthless. But now it

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seems like everyone feels worthless now these days. Hence, I feel fucking worthless,John told the worthless crew.

Man, I dont get it,the driver asked him.

We feel worthless because we find it hard to survive. We are dieing to receive the same opportunity as you. You are feeling worthless because you cannot help people who feel worthless. And because you are relaxing,the driver told John.

There was once someone famous who said something very interesting,John told the driver.

Who is that Shakespeare?the driver asked.

Nah. It is the Mirror. The mirror was a good motivational speaker. In fact, it is so popular you can find it anywhere. There are three types of people in this world. Basically those who watch history, be history or make history. Make history, because then you will win in this game that we call life. When you feel lazy at least be a minimum of being his-tory. Never just watch history,John continued.

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Chapter 4: Parallel Time

As he left the exam room, he remembered his past. He re-membered going to the final exams in his high school. He was really pissed. Pissed off, because one of his comrades didnt get the magazine published that he wanted to do which he was supposed to release 1 week ago.

Motherfucker, he said as he walked along.

He then remembered something which Aristotle said. It is easy to get pissed. However getting pissed at the right per-son, at the right time, for the right purpose is the hard part of life. He walked into the library. He couldnt stop being pissed. 3 hours passed by.

The person next to him had finished reading 3 small self-help books.

He looked next to him.

Shit, he told to himself.

He then told himself. Life is limited. In life make small ex-periment. Make every successful experiment into a life project. If your habits make you more efficient with time,

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than continue with your habits if not than stop those habits or change your ways. He put a timer on for sad time. He thought about how he was in a fucked up world for 5 minutes. He then put a timer on for fixing the fucked up world for the next 30 minutes. Af-ter his long middle finger rain dance. He called a middle finger rain dance as all you did in this human ritual was put your middle finger and get pissed everything.

He finished his revision. As he left back to his dorm room, then he saw that there was a wall being built. The people who made the bricks were the proletarians however some rich guy claimed that he built. The truck driver was a prole-tariat.

Man I wish I was you,the person placing bricks on the wall said.

All you have to do is to press the accelerator,the other person placing bricks on the wall said.

A comrade walked past John and told him that the proletar-ians were manifesting a debate between each other.

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What the fuck are you going to do, just look at it?John asked a comrade.

What do you expect me to do?the comrade asked.

I sense that they are going to make a union,John told the comrade.

How?the comrade asked.

What were you revising before?John asked.

Persuasive language,the comrade replied.

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Chapter 5: The Dream is Over

John stood in front of the computer that he had. It was made by a bunch of workers at a factory whose name he probably never knew about. The people who dug out the metals which went to make the factory were also unknown to him.

He didnt want to be a capitalist. Then he tried to find out who

He took out a pen from his back pocket.

Helping people. The probability experiment. It worked. He put a tick next to his diary.

He took out a pen.

He took out a paper.

Philosophising about random bullshit. That is the poverty of philosophy, he wrote.

Just then the door was forced open.

Life is short.

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He was there opening the door.

He was there on the chair.

At the same time.

It was weird.

This cant be reality.

The window was forced upon.

Never let an opportunity slip.

From the computer popped out another version of him.

Stay focused. Were are your goals in life. What do you want to achieve.

He tried to talk but he couldnt.

This was scary.

Just then Che came out from the shirt that he was wearing.

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Wake up, you piece of shit!

Just then the versions of him chanted wake up, wake up, wake up they were whispering.

Slowly they got louder and louder.

They started chanting goals, goals, goals.

They got louder.

They got even louder

They chanted action, action, action.

Now they were screaming.

Now. now. now

John that his ears will burst.

Wake the fuck up.

Suddenly he woke up. It was 4 o clock night.

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He said ok. Next thing. What shall the next life experiment be?

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