Rock on

far too often, far too late ........ i have realised that i never really completed the things that i started .....

in case you are wondering why the text is so broken its because i lost the original version ... well, going back, its not that i did not want to complete the things ... or never wanted to do it in the first place ... no .. i def did have a start off in a confusion of motley ideas that has always given me my limited sense of clarity .... its not as if the reality changed .. it was just that i did not like to pay heed to what are now the tell tale signs of a slow impending death ....  sometimes because i thought that there was a greater goal to be achieved by redirecting elsewhere ... and am not even talking abot things where i needed someone else to do something before me .... maybe just a case of "wouldnt it be better if we had more information ?" ...  of false half starts and sudden cold feet or imaginary display of wisdom and righteousness ... and its 27 min already .... and i have listened to the three reminders, for doing something which i was hesitant to do in the past and would be hesitant to do in the future ... but whats worse, i will keep reminding myself that i did not do it in the past .. even keep souveneirs ....
happens to the best .. after all, it was for no fault of his that the poor pigeon was left incapable of flying .... he wasnt a follower or a disbeliever .. yet he got half burnt .... he did not belong to a confinement drawn once by some men and debated and fought over since ..... yet he lost one of his legs ... probably he never really finished what his destiny becokned him to ... to fly away leaving behind the luxury of soldier feed ...

i switched newspapers so that i could read the Sunday book reviews more often than those odd mornings when i did get up in time to have breakfast .... and for the last three weeks, i have read less of the sunday newspaper than whatever of it i assimilate everyday .... you see, i have completed what is arguably one of the biggest achievements in the history of my organisation. unflicnhing, un deterred, shaken but quickly steadied ... i have closed the chapter. where even celebration is a meticulously planned and well coordinated sequence of activities.