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Being The Best Was As Equal To Being In The Middle, Which Was Equal To Being The Worst. All Were Merely A State Of Being. It Was How A Person Felt In That State And Why They Were In That State That Was The Important Thing.

Nobody's Life Is Filled With Perfect Little Moments. And If It Were, They Wouldn't Be Perfect Little Moments. They Would Just Be Normal. How Would You Ever Know Happiness If You Never Experience Downs?

I Want A Character To Wake Up One Day And Feel Like, I Can Face It. That, To Me, Is Happy. I Want The Characters To Rescue Themselves, Though You Use The Relationships You Have, To Make You Strong Enough To Be Able To Do That.

Then I Realised That I Was The God On This Occasion. I Had Tried To Help The Bluebottle, But It Wouldn't Let Me. And Then I Felt Sorry For God Because I Understood His Frustration. Sometimes When People Offer A Helping Hand, It Gets Pushed Away. People Always Want To Help Themselves First.

Journalism Classes Teach Us That One Must Extract Oneself From The Story In Order To Report Without Bias, But Often We Need To Be In The Story In Order To Understand, To Connect, To Help The Audience Identify Or Else It Has No Heart; It Could Be A Robot Telling The Story, For All Anyone Cares.