Why do you think there is a villain in almost every story?
Because without one, the story would not only be boring, but also unrealistic.
There is a bad apple everywhere in life, and real life is such a big story.
So…this person who stirs problems, spread lies, wounds others, behaves this way mainly for their own benefit.
After all the hard efforts and plights the villain weaves and plots, they gain no real prize, only a bloated self-satisfaction.
They could do far worse things, of course, but let’s stop at this level.
Do you think a villain has any good point?
A good point for being mean, sneaky, and evil!
Perhaps this good point is possible in fiction, where the writer is the sole weaver of the character. In fiction, the only “good point” a villain can offer is a memorable warning sign — a danger zone marked with a quiet Please Be Careful note.
In real life, things are different. The villain chooses to be a villain, chooses the path of Abel, Scar, and… Voldemort.
There is no good point they can have, or pretend to have.
Is there any good point left after choosing to be the bad apple?
What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective?
Probably, you usually learn something new everyday.
But out of all the things you learn, only a few can change your special, woven thread of perspectives.
Changing your views can never be easy because they are your own views, the outcome of your experiences, your beliefs, your knowledge, and your feelings.
As part of her sacred duty, life teach us a new lesson every now and then.
And every now and then, something happens that makes you change your way of thinking or even your way of living.
Sometimes, you just adapt to the change without thinking too much about the cause.
But if you pause a little and reconsider the change, you will put your hand on it.
Am I being a bit philosophical in this post?
Maybe.
By the way, when any of your perspectives change, it means you too have changed.
I can’t think of anything specific right now that shifted my perspectives.
What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger?
Actually there are many things I used to hate, but… I don’t feel the same now.
You could say I’ve finally come to accept them.
By the way, I used the word hate which I hated so much.
But sometimes hate can’t be replaced by a gentle dislike.
Strong words belong to strong feelings.
Right.
For this post, I’ll just mention one of them which is … Dogs.
I used to hate these creatures in all their shapes, species, and origins.
Many years ago, during the summer holidays, we used to go to the village where my grandparents’ big house was. There, dogs were my nightmare because most of the big houses had big guarding ones.
Their barking, their sharp teeth, their lolling tongues weren’t showing any sign of cuteness or any kind of amity.
Worse, dogs were known in Egypt as savage, and the masters of biting.
How could anyone on this earth love these creatures.
Dogs in cartoons were the exception, for two main reasons:
First, they were fictional.
Second, they sometimes behaved better than humans.
Now, don’t they say; after hostility comes amity.
Or better put, after hate comes amity.
I try to follow this piece of wisdom.
My hate levels gradually went down.
Cute and funny joined my dictionary of dog vocabulary.
Until that day, about three years ago.
My neighbour on the opposite side of the road used to have two big dogs.
They barked at everyone passing by whether as a sign of welcome, excitement or warning, I honestly don’t know.
I always avoided crossing the road and walking past their door.
But once, when I was in a hurry, I totally forgot about their routine.
So I crossed the road, and as I was checking the time, they burst into barking.
My heart almost stopped beating as I froze before the gate and looked them straight in the eye.
“You’re such an animal!” I mumbled under my breath, and they looked as if they had swallowed their tongues.
I walked away my head up, full of dignity, proud of myself.
I even managed to stifle a big laugh, wondering whether I had hurt their feelings.
So … I can’t say I like dogs.
But I can say I’m okay with dogs as long as they keep sufficient distance and show good manners.
