I will be away in the rolling hills of Nepal, doing what I dreamt I would be doing, exactly two years ago. That is, discovering someone else’s secrets to happiness. Meanwhile, do keep up with my other blog.
Filed under: daily grind
November 2, 2007 • 2:50 pm 0
piecemeal
What is the cost of pouring my heart out into the web?
How deep are its ears? We dredge it up with our miscellaneous, and other people voyeur the miscellaneous like crows in a junkyard.
Its like a mirror. We speak today. Ping. It resurfaces tomorrow. Pong. Pingback.
Like the tides, the tides.
I had the impression I wrote not too long ago- but looking at my previous entry, I realise the events that have happened in between, puts ages in between both entries. What I have been doing: Working, dreading, in zeal and hope one day, and in conundrum the next.
Its no news I have been obsessing about my decision to go to Nepal. Its like some government within me finally announces to the rest of society (still within me) that I have to go, and hey its a no-veto. Society debates, the estates quibble. Anarchy. Government is resolute- its paid a price, its in debt, not that it doubts/hesitates for a second what its going for. Propaganda. Negotiations. Peace talks. Common good. Repeal, unsuccessful.
Hey Nepal, I hope I do myself justice.
And then quite defeatedly, I then wonder ever so flightily- how will I occupy my time after Nepal? Should I pick up a trade, do the elves still make shoes? It seems like its not enough, settling the next seven months of my life. Whats next? What next? Is the world going to end, or is my life extinguishing poofapoof- minute by minute?
And you know what, in the face of blogosphere, my worries are non-existent, my words one in a million, zillion. The problems will come, and go. Roger out, they will.
Filed under: musings
