I'm supposed to lying on my bed trying to sleep but an itch rose me from my supposed slumber. An itching for a literary genius piece. How ambitious. I was never meant to be a write, too analytical for the said profession. Besides, I dont fancy having vacillating attitudes or alcoholic ambition.
What keeps me awake. What keeps you awake? The fear of the unknown or the reluctance to choose between known unknowns and the known knows. We each have our own battles which we think only we understand, only we can and should suffer for it. In silence, in solitude. Maybe? Maybe that's a morbid view of things.
Pecuniary matters seem to be larger than life itself as we grow older. Yet wisdom has it that people grow wiser when they grow older. Does letting money matters engulf your life a wise choice? But who are we to go against the tide? The wave of society does not suffer you, unless you are in a position to make them suffer you. So as we are currently in these wretched plank drifting in the ocean, we are but driftwood waiting to be planted on our destined shores before being able to grow. In the mean time, we drift as destined, as the winds oblige none but the whispers of fate.
The time shall come.
Caesar did not wait 20 years to wage a 7 year war in Gaul for Pompey to be declared Dictator. No, Caesar had no choice but to drift with the flow of destiny, to be the man who will shape the future course of Europe to what it is today.
We each have our own battles to fight, but maybe we aren't that alone after all.
