Super Hero Thoughts
I created a team of super heroes, they were laid off because of lack of work – there were no super villians!
Rusty Thoughts.
What can be my answer to the feeling of insignificance that my conscience has endowed me with? The feeling of being shepherded inspite of my attempts to break free. Even at the peaks of my fervor I find myself struggling for mere survival. And if the survival were taken care of, would I fare better in the quest to make a difference? What kind of difference I would I like to make? Get rich! Fathom an invention! Ride for adventures!
Time seems passing by and my energy seems sapped as if I am recupertaing! recuperating from what? Or do I anticipate a doom lurking? There are needs, responsibilities to fulifil apart from the ambitions. Distractions! yet cardinal to survival. Not all of them ofcorse, but ……. Where is my will to act! Have I lost my inspiration or has my will rusted.
Distractions yes, probably them … an easy escape route. Is this what is called mid-life crisis?