Comfort in self

Sometime ago, not a long time ago, Bornface was as he still is. He was quiet, noble, modest and always desired perfection. Bornface himself was very careful and keen to very small details of life that most people consider a necessary risk. Bornface never wanted to break the big don’ts of life, but he always considered an exceedingly too much of humility and kindness to be a safe side to incline. Generally, Bornface always, or most of the times wanted to appear a little foolish. As others looked and craved to be noticed, he got his satisfaction from assisting someone and going unnoticed, but he also felt a so much deep thirst to be appreciated. He wanted to be something. Something like oxygen, not so much talked about, but means life.

Bornface wanted and desired to do the things that others found impossible! His desire for helping could make him weep inside just by seeing how helpless a so strong bull is being slaughtered. He imagined, “what did I give to deserve to be born a human, conscious of myself. This bull doesn’t even know what’s about to happen. It has never did anything intentionally with interior motive to hurt anyone, but it’s being killed….the world is unfair!!!” But immediately he finished meditating on that, a memory, long lost in the high school backup file fades in. How he answered one class-mate when that class mate tried to convince him how life is unfair. “(As they were leaving the Christian union on Sunday…)…you see Bornface, life is very unfair. How can… (His friend wanted to continue but was cut short sharply). Life is fair, because life is from God, and God is fair…” Bornface spoke like one with a divine confirmation.

Expectedly, Bornface had a more closed personality, besides weird. He was more focused to the “half empty” part of the glass! He was more disturbed by curiosity of what’s he doesn’t know, and why he doesn’t know. He, sometimes, wondered what’s not I the bible than what’s in the bible. Weird as it sounds, Bornface couldn’t just help my why he don’t, or can’t know everything. He very well understood the fact that no one can naturally comprehend everything, but he made every effort to know what he thought was important to know, (according to him…).



About Kabue Charles

I am an instigator of artistic, intelligent and mind boggling softwares. I love C#, envy C++, and one day I might try CUDA. I prefer solving complex and mission impossible problems in a new or old but innovative way. Am intrigued by machine learning challenges, security critical challenges, and privacy challenges like a real serverless peer-to-peer communication. I am usually literally stressed when a day goes by without learning or doing something new. I avoid repetition whenever possible. Away from computers, I enjoy capturing moments of life and nature with 1080 (…and above) pixel pictures and videos. I like details, accuracy, idealistic but realistic personalities. I love futurist’s but I hate fantasy. A decent, moderate and gentle character is my favorite. I avoid shame like a plague, confront my fears with facts, and I am very constant with opinions and beliefs. I love suits (…but don’t wear them), arsenal football club (…I only know the manager), and I have no favorite food. Reading and writing poems helps me retain my sobriety. I consider myself funny, privileged, a renaissance man and sometimes shy. I believe in things unseen and incomprehensible.

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