Man oh Man! Life changes so fast. Oh wait! That's not right. perceptions, feelings, emotions- all futile, freakingly dynamic things.. They change faster than you can say Edward deBono. Take today, for instance, who would have thought, eh?
Oh, I'm not making myself clear, for my own comfort. Before I allow my untamed(potty-untrained) mind to ramble on, i should cite that all following words are going to be- bLAH!
The call, 7:47 pm. Went over to meet it. Maach-bhaath. Shorse baata maach, my favourite. with a little less salt. Smoke. Smoke-screen. A haze. Look past it and I see tears. The river of depression. Promotion-AAD. Emotion.
QED: Its not right. Going at break-neck speed towards the sky and then falling down with nothing to cushion you.
Said it: I have a family to look after. My career in front o me. Heck, possibly the most important year, round that ubiquitous corner.
And I let out a sigh of relief. A long, overdue, over-suppressed sigh.
So I don't know where I am and where I want to be, or go, or as if that matters. As far as I know, the death of communication happened... today.