I am back.Its good to talk to you in the middle of this burgeoning sea of humanity.Things have been happening too damn fast for me man.The mere thought of having nothing to do seems incredulous in hindsight.A couple of months ago the only question that would haunt me is what to do next....and now,ha,now I dream about snatching a few moments when I wouldn't have anything to do and you know what?I ain't cribbing,nope,I have begun to like this condition of perpetual flux coz it leaves no room for idle reflection.
I remember lying listless on the surface of a massive river of aspirations,drifting like flotsam,doing nothing to swim against the tide,too tired to move or feel,just floating.But those are the days even you know nothing about.So lets not even talk about them.Over the years I have learnt to swim or atleast make sure that I never drown and for a long while you were my lifejacket.
Uh oh,This is fast becoming a maudlin exercise in futile lamentation, and to think that all I am trying to say is ,I am happy.Yes, I feel reinvigorated by fatigue.Its good to finally roll up my sleeves and get my hands dirty but I guess I have just been programmed to believe that the more things change the more they remain the same.
May I lose sight in my only good eye of cynicism.
