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.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Bittersweet - more sweet
I just had a brief moment, like a flash of my favorite time of year, which is on the horizon - I love this time of year, but it has been dotted with some not so pleasant life experiences. Low times in the crescendo of celebration and revelry - beginnings and ends, beginnings of ends. It's interesting what we are able to mask, more so what we are able to mask with spirits, libation to the gods of bachannal praying to drown pain away and find solutions in a solution. Yep! I have more good memories than I have bad, but the bad are quite memorable.
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