Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Birds singing in the sycamore tree.

If you wait long enough, every damn thing in your life repeats itself, like some badly programmed loop.

Seven-odd years ago, I traded in a life of peace, calm and coolness for one of unimaginable stress, misplaced trust, and foolish optimism. To deal with the fallout of that particular walk in the clouds, I moved cities. Put time and distance between myself and my family and friends. Started afresh. Lost my way a couple of times, but, by and large, survived. And survived well. I'm pretty proud of that.

Now, just when I thought life had finally calmed down, storm warnings are going off again. Hello, stress. Hello, so many emotions I hoped to never encounter again. And (since someone up there has a sense of humour) hello, moving.

Life is weird.


Anonymous said...

You're beautiful, it's true. I see your face, in a crowded place, and i don't know what to do.

Anonymous said...

You're stressing way too much...In the past, you may have swerved away from oncoming trucks at high speed corners, but that does not mean there would be one in every corner. Ever tried meditation?

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