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Habitual Distractions
There are times when I feel like receding into a more simpler state of life. I reminisce about times gone by when things seemed easier, and life felt less complicated. But just as soon as I start taunting myself with these selective recollections, I realise that that is all it is. Selective memories of what…
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Even the most cherished heart, if left without a home, will die of exposure. Cynically Jaded
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Reflections
I’m 40 now. That’s supposed to mean something, isn’t it? Strangely though, it doesn’t. Nothing changed when I turned 40. Everything that was a struggle or a joy at 39, continues to be a struggle or a joy at 40. Seems I was right to despise birthdays then. All it does is raise unrealistic expectations…
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Integrity is dead. Self-preservation killed it. Cynically Jaded
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Living a delusion will never alter my reality. Cynically Jaded
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Sealed in a Bottle
dailydigressions: I wish that I could encapsulate the remnants of all our faded memories. Perhaps, keep them in a tiny glass bottle and pop the lid every once in a while To breathe you in; to remember that the good old days were not mere fantasies that I cooked up inside my muddled brain. To…
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missingthejackandtheace: Ron Hicks, Take Me Away, 47½ X 37½ in. framed
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Life…
If folk lore would be believed, my life is only about to begin. But like someone once said, if life only begins at 40, then what is it that ends at 39? Is it the mid life crisis that ends everything meaningful that happened before and starts a new chapter of middle aged youth, or…
