usually i do not know what to write about unless of course i have some proverbial axe to grind. I have found real contentment of late, some peace of mind which has allowed for the longest spell of mindful tranquility in my adult life. Could this be a coming of age or is it reliant solely upon the affairs of my heart? THere is no desire to portray some powerful angst or loneliness heavily laden with self pity. The future is bright and shiny,it always was only now i can see it for what it is,was and probably always will be. I often forget that this world i live in is ocupied by everyone else too. Now,being invloved in another ones' world i see with open eyes what is was only squinting at before. Making bold statements and casting grand conjectures with the kind of security one only acquires from the safety of some inert place. A place of inaction,of no real decision,somewhere only the 'easy option' will ever be excersised.This cowardice,inaction, is just wasted time. Time,about time,to just do.....
God life is so exciting!