It's been a while since I've been here, but I return reluctantly at the call of the witching hour - the glow of the screen the sound of my fingers striking every key. Once again slumber has abandoned me; but like many unpleasant things in my life I have grown use to the experience and it no longer vexes me. I'll be here till it;s ready again to drop in and say hello.
But it serves a purpose, a purpose of which at this moment is unclear, but a purpose all the same. Perhaps it is to tell me that it is time for a return to a different side of me, a side where I continue along my path of growth, learning, writing - back to my path of enlightenment. A new day dawns, as does the new year and it is time I rediscover me...
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, December 26, 2011
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