Resuming the exercise of the little grey cells...
Oh my. How long has it been since I last blogged?
Far too long.
I've been so busy on eBay, 'investing' in old discontinued or classic reformulated fragrances that my need for self-expression went into deep hibernation.
This huge void was anything but empty: pain deliberately inflicted by thoughtless family members drove me behind this wall of silence as my primary defence.
The need to be proven successful in other ways than mere accumulation of fiat currency burned quietly all along, but thanks to God and his mysterious ways, I have achieved that, turning scorn into jealousy as I have crafted a lifestyle that allows me to wake up late in the morning, casually stroll downstairs to work, and then resume my own activities again(primarily shopping for bargains on fleabay,which I discovered I was skillful at thanks to Pet Society).
Success is still a work in progress,of course, even possessing the satisfaction that I have achieved my primary monetary target way in advance of year's end.
Progress would consist predominantly in expanding my online 'antique' business and adding other country feathers to my cap in addition to the US, Britain and Russia.
Let normal people grow a head full of white hair agonising over how to please their superiors at their regular-income boring-as-hell job, and let them burn their so-called high salaries on escapist activities meant to numb their inevitable pain.
Allow them to rue over how they wish they were their own boss, and be saddened by their lack of courage to take charge and change matters(I was there once, for over 5 years).
Today, as I walked back from a coffee at a nearby outlet, I saw the freshly-smashed cadaver of a large green lizard, bright red entrails interspersed with a surprisingly thick spine broken clean in three places. It was just beyond the cement kerb that symbolises safety for those of its ilk.
I was a little shaken and pondered over how transitory our earthly lives are. I mean: how much more secure are our lives compared with those of lizards(or frogs or cats) attempting to cross busy trafficways?
Though God did say in the Bible how much more valuable human lives were than the sparrows or the lilies in the field,every day we learn of people who lose their lives in an untimely manner.
Lately, I had allowed myself to become a little down over the lack of love in my life.
Not today.
Today, I allow myself to savour instead the miracle that I'm not lying dead among the detritus of the misfortunes and misdemeanours that have visited me all these years until now.
Far too long.
I've been so busy on eBay, 'investing' in old discontinued or classic reformulated fragrances that my need for self-expression went into deep hibernation.
This huge void was anything but empty: pain deliberately inflicted by thoughtless family members drove me behind this wall of silence as my primary defence.
The need to be proven successful in other ways than mere accumulation of fiat currency burned quietly all along, but thanks to God and his mysterious ways, I have achieved that, turning scorn into jealousy as I have crafted a lifestyle that allows me to wake up late in the morning, casually stroll downstairs to work, and then resume my own activities again(primarily shopping for bargains on fleabay,which I discovered I was skillful at thanks to Pet Society).
Success is still a work in progress,of course, even possessing the satisfaction that I have achieved my primary monetary target way in advance of year's end.
Progress would consist predominantly in expanding my online 'antique' business and adding other country feathers to my cap in addition to the US, Britain and Russia.
Let normal people grow a head full of white hair agonising over how to please their superiors at their regular-income boring-as-hell job, and let them burn their so-called high salaries on escapist activities meant to numb their inevitable pain.
Allow them to rue over how they wish they were their own boss, and be saddened by their lack of courage to take charge and change matters(I was there once, for over 5 years).
Today, as I walked back from a coffee at a nearby outlet, I saw the freshly-smashed cadaver of a large green lizard, bright red entrails interspersed with a surprisingly thick spine broken clean in three places. It was just beyond the cement kerb that symbolises safety for those of its ilk.
I was a little shaken and pondered over how transitory our earthly lives are. I mean: how much more secure are our lives compared with those of lizards(or frogs or cats) attempting to cross busy trafficways?
Though God did say in the Bible how much more valuable human lives were than the sparrows or the lilies in the field,every day we learn of people who lose their lives in an untimely manner.
Lately, I had allowed myself to become a little down over the lack of love in my life.
Not today.
Today, I allow myself to savour instead the miracle that I'm not lying dead among the detritus of the misfortunes and misdemeanours that have visited me all these years until now.
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3:32 AM
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