Day : Tuesday
Time : 03:16:25
Venue : Home Sweet Home
All of life is a coming home. All the restless hearts of the world. All trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what i felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in the driving road as if you don't even know you're walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in the drifts. Shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel, and how far away home can be.
The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. In the middle of the journey of my life. I found myself in a dark wood. For i had lost the right path. Eventually i would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.
What's wrong with life? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can't we treat life with a certain amount of humanity and dignity and decency and God forbid. Maybe even humor. Life is not enemy. If we're going to fight a disease, let's fight one of the most terrible diseases of all.
When i was a little child. I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars. I envied them so much. No matter what they're before. No matter what happened to them. They could just hide away and turn into beautiful creatures that could fly away. Completely untouched.
To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up flowers. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains. Deceased. Demised. Departed. Defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God's way of saying "Slow down".
Just Me ... True Me ... Poor Me ...
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