Too many breaks, false starts, interludes, intervals, interruptions, intermissions etc. etc. etc. A new future beckons. In the twilight of my student life and in trepidation of the commencement of my professional life, it is about time I got more serious and took some measured concrete steps towards one of the all-consuming passions of my life.
I have been a slave of academia much too long than I care to remember. I have played it safe; tried to be in the best position possible before I embark on my journey; build a secure base; put things into order in my world and in my head. But you can't muzzle a raging storm. You can only smother and subdue it for the minutest of intervals, after the backlash is all-consuming and overpowering.
The dam has burst. The artificial restraints I put on my own hand have broken free. The words flow smoothly again - the hand a mere extension of the mind, blended together in perfect cosmic harmony so amazingly beautiful that make me believe again, believe that what I once dreamed is not ephemeral but inevitable, a consequence of destiny, a plan set well in motion.
It is about time I claimed my wont.
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