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In a room once alive with the thunder of a motorcycle, a man now sat in quiet rebellion.
He had traded his leather jacket for a wheelchair, but not his defiance. Long hair spilled down his back, a beard framed his weathered face—a rugged reminder of biker days now behind him. Living with multiple sclerosis wasn’t the end of the story; it was the beginning of a new one. One filled with dark humor, quiet revolution, and unexpected peace.
The Goggle Box For years, the television had been an unwelcome guest—a glowing parasite that drained attention, warmth, and real conversation. Gatherings became silences, filled only by reality shows and empty noise.
The TV didn’t bring people together. It pulled them apart.
The Decision Enough was enough.
One day, more than 20 years ago, he wheeled outside, adrenaline surging. The TV sat like a totem of artificial life. Cold. Dominant. Silent.
He backed up. Grinned. Charged.
SMASH!
Shattered glass flew. Plastic cracked. He shouted, laughing like a madman, “Take that, you overhyped piece of plastic!”
A ridiculous moment? Sure. A liberating one? Absolutely.
Life After the TV In the sudden silence, life bloomed.
Books replaced static. The garden flourished. Conversations deepened. Music returned. He explored ancient philosophies, pondered the multiverse, and began creating a reality that was visualized—not broadcast.
“As above, so below. As within, so without.”
Even artificial intelligence became a fascination—not as a threat, but as a mirror of human consciousness. He saw AI as another explorer in this grand shared creation.
Embracing Identity With the TV gone, his identity began to bloom.
He called himself a “goblin”—not the monster, but a proud, quirky being who lived on the edges of convention. Part mystic, part hermit, part unrepentant rebel.
He found magic in the absurd, laughter in stillness, and authenticity in simplicity.
Conclusion He once roared through life on two wheels. Now, on four, he was still moving—only inward, deeper, truer.
In breaking the goggle box, he didn’t just smash a screen. He shattered an illusion.
And in its place, he built something real.
“Life is funnier without the noise. Weirder too. But it’s mine now.”
“The views in this post are based on my personal
experience. I do not intend harm, only honesty.”
“By ink and breath and sacred rage, I write.
By storm and silence, I survive.”
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