The past two weeks seemed like an eternity. For time seemingly strayed away from its cosmotic rhythm, slowing down to a baffling crawl. It's been only two weeks. Work has kept me busy, relentless schedules made me work my socks, and for a good part of three months, my lackadaisical nature was given a wide berth. Though quite characteristically, I went wayward, gone off course, lost the steam and subsequently lost sight of my bearing- the ever so dependable source of inspiration, that infallible compass that had seen me through the toughest times. Wafting about now, I can't feel my feet. The stalwart feature of my rejuvenated life this year flickers in the distant, perched so precariously, the shambolic flames so ominously close, I am spent. The calm surface belies the otherwise deep unspoken depths. The truth they say, will hurt. A seagull sees only the surface. That ignorance and bliss. One solitary week to a calender year in the army.
Pretending to be someone you're not is a waste of the person you are.
