Against LARPING

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Dont be the fox who will never reach the sour grape but will die trying!
Dont be the knight who wished to get the princess who doesnt even consider lending her hair down the tower!
How do I succeed in "fake it till you make it"?
Ill create a story to illustrate my point:
Once upon a time in the insolent slums of mumbai, there lived a boy; he was a dalit; his parents both janitors. The boy though as strained by his social status as he may be, wished to be a brahmin! How, this was unthinkable! To his parents he was crazy and to the other dalits a traitor! To the sudras he was deserving of capital punishment! And the brahmins? The brahmins laughed at his face! Thus the boy spent his early years arguing in his head if it was all written down or yet to be put down ink? That was all until one day he found a lost cow in the alley, the owners name was tagged on the gentle bovines neck, he subsequently returned the kindly creature to the merchant and was adopted by him at the age of 14, in his latter years though not a brahmin, happily died a Viasya.
Moral? Be at the right place at the right time and overshoot not to undershoot, but to hit the bullseye.

Bill said:

Dont be the fox who will never reach the sour grape but will die trying!
Dont be the knight who wished to get the princess who doesnt even consider lending her hair down the tower!
How do I succeed in "fake it till you make it"?
Ill create a story to illustrate my point:
Once upon a time in the insolent slums of mumbai, there lived a boy; he was a dalit; his parents both janitors. The boy though as strained by his social status as he may be, wished to be a brahmin! How, this was unthinkable! To his parents he was crazy and to the other dalits a traitor! To the sudras he was deserving of capital punishment! And the brahmins? The brahmins laughed at his face! Thus the boy spent his early years arguing in his head if it was all written down or yet to be put down ink? That was all until one day he found a lost cow in the alley, the owners name was tagged on the gentle bovines neck, he subsequently returned the kindly creature to the merchant and was adopted by him at the age of 14, in his latter years though not a brahmin, happily died a Viasya.
Moral? Be at the right place at the right time and overshoot not to undershoot, but to hit the bullseye.

Interesting but LARP is still ok sometimes... There must be designated times and spaces for LARP... Ykwim?

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