How one moment of over-confidence can ruin your life...
If you let it.
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Shortly after the incident in Lisbon, the vagabond found himself at a music festival in Belgium, between Antwerp and Brussels.
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There he went to some venues and stages solo, and was having a great time dancing, smiling, chatting with new and random people.
Then everything went thousand miles an hour again as yet another troublesome situation unraveled. A frivolous man, nonchalant, and careless, was throwing his hands in every single direction. Another man had just lit his cigarette, and was clutching it in his hand.
The careless man got burned on the arm. And he threw a fit. He demanded an apology but the smoker had a pedantic face and was not yielding and completely ignored the man. This was a mistake, the vagabond reckoned. However, he did not anticipate what happened next.
The burned man, slightly exaggerating, the vagabond reckoned, for he too had been burned by cigarettes a couple times and by now the man should’ve forgotten about the pain, kept demanding an apology. He was slighted. It did not turn into fisticuffs.
And the smoker simply left when the burned man became more animated, aggressive and almost handsy. All this was anticipated.
Then, from the vagabond’s left he saw a group of men in his peripheral.
Then, from the vagabond’s left he saw a group of men in his peripheral.
They had, partly, seen what had transpired in the midst of the stage, the burned and the smoker, the lack of apology, the fit. Yet somehow, they were looking with extreme malice towards the vagabond. Somehow as if it was his fault.
Some deemed the vagabond paranoid, if presented with such a case, and would say something like, Don’t worry.
However, the Lisbon incident fresh in his mind, the vagabond did a simple test and moved towards the far right of the stage, all the while maintaining a line of sight with the men he deemed hostile.
And lo and behold, they were still eyeing the vagabond, and one man had to restrain the other from not going after the vagabond.
Accepting his fate, once more, the vagabond shook his head in dismay, and disbelief, and thought to be the better man, and not let this singular moment ruin his whole day, festival, or life. A samurai knows when to pick his battles. The vagabond left.
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