I've been pestered with this nagging feeling at the back of my head, that all is not right, that something stinks. It's not me, my personal hygiene is relatively good; which leaves me with just one possibility and that is that this is a my season of discontent.
I am restless, most of the time. The times I am not, I tend to be merely boring which is a tragedy in itself. I want to live, mere existence not good enough. To savour, to taste, to experience life in all it's hues, smells, tastes, feels.........
I have little to complain about, to the uninitiated (and this consists of almost everyone I know except for the chosen ones) I seemingly have the nick knacks of a relatively successful life. But like in C S Lewis's 'The Last Battle' there is more to me the further inside you go - an onion and layers, with the inner ones larger than the outer ones........ no, don't try to figure it out, just go with the thought, it's a good one, trust me on that......
Anyway, it seems that I have started to ramble.... shall be back.....
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