The
sands have been sifting for a while now, more in a direction that has me see
that it is for me to move and it is just my movement that will have anything
work. There is not gonna be anyone proding, nurturing, encouraging. Support
will come only if I compromise and dance in some manner to someone else's tune but that
world will not have me in it, and it is too high a price to pay for too low a
life.
My
journey has seemed for sometime now a fight: A fight against conformity,
compromise, attachment, enslavery, mindless monotony, stagnation, falling in
line with the familiar that has been survived through to rags, persistence of dis-ease. My journey is to health. It is worth fighting for. And Life does find a way.
