One of my favorite pictures on the island

This bay is about 15 mins off of my house.

The area is full of seagulls. I can now identify their distress calls, or when they are just nagging about an interruption of a peaceful moment. They are unusual animals, with a strong sense of territory. They will fight relentlessly with the more witted crows. The crows are more like thugs or clever freedom fighters that act with a sense of purpose, similar to that of the character in V for Vendetta, anarchy is their plot. Crows are well trained in stealing, and adapting. It constantly feels like the seagulls will lose this war at the very end, as they have strict guidelines for combat. The crows on the other hand develop strategies on new guerrilla tactics to piss the seagulls off, and even win small battles, tiring the very deeply structured, organized and crowded, however, slow army of their sworn enemies.

Watching this very real game, theater if you will, everyday leads me to think that I, too, should come up with new thoughts, and actions to tire the system installed around me. I know I have the capacity to overcome the structure. What I cannot foresee is the toll it will take on my life. I feel I should take, and accept all opportunity to win small battles and hope that it will lead to winning the war. The other school of thought would argue its better to wait until you feel you caught the one real chance to hit the killing strike. I think perhaps some people have that sharp sense of timing, where they can play around in a fighting ring without getting hit and tiring the opponent until that one moment. I am not one of those people. I don't believe in that kind of combat. I personally enjoy working on the body of a problem by hitting it several times with the joy and sheer pleasure of weakening it. I also have tools to revitalize my energy for when I get tired, which is also vital, like the house on the island...