Rambles

So you sit there a bit reluctant. A bit pissed. And a whole lot scattered. Nothing’s gone the way you planned it and the event horizon seems set to shape up things the way you don’t want them to. Rather, maybe, not exactly the way you don’t want to go but definitely not where you wanted it to go.

Sure, ok, you lost me. Sit back, take a breather, a chill pill and what ever other relaxo-stimuloids that are available at the bar counter. This is one heel dig-in that is goin on here. A teeth gritting reviewing of action stations.

Am a bit sick of the polished intellect spouting gregarious crap. Is it because that I can’t measure up to the skill and style and aplomb and bombastic pose that is housed therein? An insecure rejection of that which is secretly desired and craved after? That is, in other words, are you just another fame blusher who is kicking at the tyres?

Sigh. Tight, tight, tight, wound up as a clockwork doll. Ready to unleash in arrhythmic pantomime, a gangle of words and hands, clashing uncoordinated and flashy. You know the word-pen never looked so good as when you allowed your thoughts to run on an unplanned rampage through what your eyes see. Not measuring the ‘scape, not working the argumentative flavor.

The truth came a knocking at my door and I almost turned her away. Wisdom of course stayed silent ever since I refused to give up my school ground gripe against bullies and tyrants and orders to do this and that without considering anything that is respectful to our rights as a sovereign, free and self willed beings, who accept some system of belief and thought – not in automated servitude but in a whole hearted conviction that this is the right way.

No matter what you do. You can’t do anything worthwhile unless you know whether the way is right or wrong.

Come on. Re-set. Re-fresh.