For sometime now, I have been vegetating, a kind of clueless wait for an impetus to restart living.
Unexcited and stoned, I castigate myself continuously for being lazy, for being slow, for dwelling under makeshift roofs across the ruins; no efforts to build new castles afresh.
But the truth of the matter is that somewhere in these mysterious labyrinths of life, these endless maze of routes on the apparently direction less sea of life; I have lost my bearings.
Lost them completely.
I don't really know where I am going from here on. My heart, my mind both seem too reluctant to chart courses for the future, to push me into a direction, any direction. I have stagnated on a dull, repetitive, anchor-less drifting, watching the sun rise and set kind of existence.
Where do I get back that energy into my soul from, how do I enthuse my mind about something/anything, how do I send those thousand armada's of hope sailing across the sea of my life again?
Unshackling of spirit is the need of the hour, but how, by what means? Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Got to kick start somehow.
