How Long has it Been?

How Long has it been, since i last blogged? Yes people have said i never finish what i set myself out to do, but no it isn't true. I just have been blooging on paper instead of the computer, some thoughts and emotions are too private to be shared.

Well what calls forth for this change today? I was reading an article for one of my assignments, and suddenly there was a rush, a chaos of emotions and thoughts running through my veins. Don't we all go through this sometimes or am i the only nutter around? Well food for thought isn't it? Am i really diffrent, or is there some part of my whole human make up which makes me similar to the rest of my human species?

Wondering what i am going on about, well huamns are funny creatures, take for example me; i am doing one thing, feeling another and thinking yet another. And the person who actually managed to put such chaos down on paper was Virginia Woolf, and other authors like her. Well what am i feeling? I don't really know, part of me is overjoyed, WHY? maybe just maybe i've found the perfect person? Is this Fact or is this fiction? Am i falling or am i dreaming? Is there a perfect idea of perfection? What is Perfect? The other part of me is petrified, and fearful. Petrified why? 55 days to go, and the storm would have arrived with gusto, will it sweep me with ferocity across the terrain of life, or would i be able to stand my ground? What do i do? How can i balance both these extreme emotions? I am a person who dwells in the extremeties of life, it's either GOOD or BAD, it's either Happy or Sad, i've never come to understand the idea of bitter sweet happiness? What in the world is that? Happiness is always sweet, how can it be bitter? If Happiness is going to be bitter, why call it happiness at all, why don't we call it low, i am low but not completely unhappy.

Looks like i've typed out a whole load of Bullshit, but hey it has helped, maybe it might help you too if you read it with an open mind. I don't provide answers, i only leave myself and my readers hanging with questions. Questions which have no definite answers. If life had definite answers, what is the point of living. As someone once told me Life is a Journey not A Guided Tour.

Till the next time my dear readers, Have enough change for the Journey of Life and a map too just in case you loose your way and don't forget sip on the bubbly champagne and smell the roses, don't watch out for the thorns, you need to experince pain to understand it.

Take Care and keep reading

MocHa