The odd alley

And off we go that path again.
That darned path.
Never figured where it began,
Will never figure where it ends.
Was the beginning always the end?

A life of rhetoric.
A swamp of questions.

The charm of uncertainties.
The gnawing realities.
The oh-so-restless spirit.

Ah! if not for the maps,
I should have been hopelessly lost.

Life has taken on an incredibly slow pace. Everything around seems to have reduced to a drawl. A D-R-A-W-L. After having been bombarded with constant action, desirable or otherwise, passivity feels like the first drops of hot water on frozen feet. Will it turn out to be a warm, comforting experience or yet another insipid one???
Time will tell.

It is so tiresome to constantly be in an uninspiring environment. A pity that one has to seek refuge in books or music to feel inspired in life. Reinvent yourself, did you say? That too, dear friend, needs some motivation. I'm bored of being self motivated and I'm bored of turning to the usual.

Damn, I need some....novelty. That's just it, I guess.