When the shroud is finally lifted from your eyes, doesn't it just feel like you woke up from a good night's sleep? :) The obsession suddenly doesn't seem so compelling anymore. Your mind is a clear track, making you a free man. And once an inlet has forged its way, that's when all the reality seeps in. Things somehow begin to appear as they are, not as I want them to be. And then you realize how wrong all those perceptions were. I'm fazed. But the best part, I can't seem to recall the clouded emotions now that I've 'seen the light'. Sure feels good after spending such a long time struggling, so much so it's become a way of life.
So, I've woken up. And made a good friend in the process. It may not be the outcome I wanted, but it's a very agreeable one, nonetheless. I cherish this friendship; shall always do so.
All in a good night's rest.
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