Tumbling Down The Rabbit Hole

It's been quite a long time since i've last penned anything on this blog. It's simple really; since my day job involves a hefty amount of writing, blogging no longer seemed like a hobby. Like a moth to a flame - only i'm neither - I'm constantly drawn to things which provide neither solace nor redemption. I feel like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole. Or Neo, naked in a gooey tank waiting to be clamped by Morpheus and the Nebuchadnezzar. 

A wise writer once said, 'If life was easy, there would be no point in living, as I would have learnt nothing at all.'

I used to believe that. I understood that life - and its many trials and tribulations - is like a theme park ride which you have no control over. It starts before you know it and just before you realize you're having fun - it's over all too soon.  

A lot of people use their private spaces with which to vent their anger and frustrations. I have neither. Inside me, is a cauldron of mixed emotions intermingled against a smorgasbord of confused innuendos and grief. I'm not complaining here. I'm not even venting. I'm just...saying.

Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful for a lot of things in my life. It's just, sometimes i wish i could paint the world with my thoughts. I could paint it blue for the days when i'm feeling especially cheerful (yes, blue isn't a color of depression for me) and red when i'm feeling vulgar and frustrated. As i pass by my daily routes i would dab bits of these colors in hopes that someone out there, would share the same expression as I. Because, like Alice..

We're all in Wonderland. And we're still tumbling. 





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