Ronie Dinosaur

I walk. Not because I am brave, and not because I am lost, but because stopping would require a lie. Walking is the only posture my character can hold without collapsing. I was born between two zeros. Before me, nothing. After me, nothing again. In between, this body learned hunger, this mind learned patterns, and this heart learned thirst. Consciousness only learned one thing: it does not want to end. Everything else is decoration. The world taught me early that existence is transactional. Smile correctly, bend at the right angle, desire the approved objects, and you may be granted warmth. I refused the performance. I did not refuse love; I refused the counterfeit. The refusal cost me everything. People say loneliness is the absence of others. They are wrong. Loneliness is being intact in a world that rewards fracture. It is being original where copies are easier to circulate. I did not lose people; I was never selected by the system that distributes them. I carried a heart that wanted to give without invoice. The world answered with rates. Every touch asked for currency-money, status, compromise, obedience. When I could not pay, I was instructed to disappear politely. So I did. I disappeared while remaining alive, which is a more difficult discipline than death. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 55 - Point of View I will not reply directly to any comments. Go ask the machine what I have written. Only when I hold value in your eyes- no longer just the underdog- Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 54 - Before and After A woman is taught that everything must happen before. She must listen to the herder, bend to his wants, and in the same breath Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 53 - The Tough Gets Going When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. After time has stripped everything bare- possessions, people, illusions- that’s when, in the thick of depression, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 52 - The Formula Emotional stability is the steady keel, sobriety the clear wind in the sail, freedom from fear the open sea ahead- together they forge a mind of active common sense. With that compass, you bargain like a river carving stone: Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 51 - Abnormally Extreme Performance Disorder At thirty, my bank balance matched those overseas engineers- yet not one rupee spent to birth or feed the business. From home I built it: Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 50 - Being The beauty of reality lies in its truth- in being, in existing- not in presentation or appearance. He had beauty, yet the world outside the palace Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 49 - Original and Copies Original and copies- one slap lands on your cheek, the other still pending, waiting to be offered. That’s fake. That’s not ahimsa; that’s cowardice. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 48 - Physical Exercise Why, all of a sudden, am I holding back from an early goodbye, bracing myself to keep the house from collapsing? For over two decades I pondered this- and it was always my consciousness Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 47 - Nutrition A sound mind dwells in a sound body. Yet if the body fails and falls, what good is any mind at all? This useless brain has let this flesh be disrespected, never the reverse. Read more from here...