I bumped into this line in the book am reading and it just hit me that right now, am operating in the ‘thinking about fire’ mode. Not going to happen, I guess. Have to burn, burn, burn. But then again, that calls for running away from the safety, from the comfort zone. Would this be the thrill and adrenalin of breaking free or the sheer madness of it all I don’t have an answer to… I mean which one would be the longer lasting one, cos am sure first it’s always the adrenalin, why else would it be the adrenalin rush? I don’t know if working out the math and applying all logic is the solution, no, it’s got to be the gut, like all the other crucial decisions I’ve made, of course, after all the logic and math papers have been solved more for the three Rs than anything else. And again as always, the WHAM!! epiphany shall happen soon, pretty sure about that.
And burning apart, on a completely different parallel, am proud to declare that have been born armed with the Masters in Digging-My-Own-Grave course. And while am busy digging, am thinking how anyone could not know that I know that no love is unconditional except that of a mother’s for her kid, which again mind you, is mama speak? And who’s going to tell me to take a break from all the digging, again and who’s going to listen?:)
