I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Rebirth
I have been dead so long - yet I had not noticed the stench from the decay that my life had become. I stopped, growing, stopped learning - become stuck in the coffin of my existence. But that is about to change, like Lazarus I have come back from the dead - not with the same energy, but certainly revived, with a new sense of purpose. The road to re-claim my life will not be easy and certainly not a destination, I expect that there will be moments when I may slip into coma - but my rise will be strategic, measured, focused. Every journey begins with a single step - watch me rise from the doldrums of my discontent and walk into a whole new world. Like a phoenix I rise from the ashes - let this posting be my marker.
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