Ramblings of a Cluttered Clutter @$#%
Whew, am writing after a long time, i couldnt decide whether this will be a philosophical one or a technical (now isnt that contrasting), but i guess the answer came to me when i looked at the clock.
Now its officially five hours since i have been trying to get to sleep.
I have been doing some private writing on my mobile phone notes which i am reluctant to put on the internet, but… i sprouted this beautiful piece one night, OK here it goes…. “I have just realised that i am losing to myself, and the irony is that i haven’t won either”
Going a bit off-topic a friend asked me recently, “Do you believe in interpretation of dreams?” and i was like sweetie, i am practically living in an alternate reality. So what took me so long to know that, that persistent dream of me lifting of the ground and flying freely like a bird, has got something to do with my being tied down by my own inactivity and dissatisfaction? Or does it have everything to do with it.
So taking a small step forward (which is more than i have been doing for some time now) i have decided to shun all that binds me and to make my alternate reality my physical reality.
Lets see if i CAN FLY!!!
~When a man puts a limit on what he will do, he puts a limit on what he can do.~
