Head On. Again and Again. That is what life is coming to. Unfortunately its the same note. The same decisions which it all boils down to, the same mode that the fingers choose to go to, the same indecisive state of mind that takes over every time and the same shore it choose to come out on every time. Safety. Only in this case safety is reducing me to depression. Not that I have seen many wonders in life that im finding my current days odd, but its just that somewhere inside i know that these are the days to be learning infinitely and im falling short on that. I dont know how it is supposed to be. I thought working with my father would be a safe call to gain enough exposure and learn the ideas of the trade but it turns out he has nothing to give. Safe. Thats where I fail myself. Its always safe. No chances. I think that is why i have had hard luck with the female kind. But then again, how much time have i spent with the female kind? Hardly any. Anyhow, that is besides the point. Where to go is what the killing joke is here. It is funny because the avenues are limitless. But probably none of them are practically liquid. I know this is also because of some good days seen in the past and some bigger dreams that have been envisioned. I also know that this is a bridge to the source which will end sometime. Only dont know when it will do so and i will come out and find that it is the right side with my loved one at my side and enough satisfaction to put my brain into overdrive and my cravings and desires to some extent of fulfillment and then in the distance - a new bridge in sight to face new shatters and challenges and excitements and everything else that comes along with it. I shall walk alone.
