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, June 24, 2013
Read the fine print...
So many thoughts running through my head, I don't know where to stop. The series of un-answered questions, the series of possibilities jogging tirelessly through my mind; the confusion of emotions. Really sometimes what we think we want is, is really not; sometimes no matter how much you know something to be inevitable, you're never really fully prepared to deal with it - and it comes with side effects not previously foreseen or disclosed.
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