I really didn´t know how to start posting again after months of utter silence. I tried but I couldn´t. Till today, I was going over old files and I found a piece of writing I posted years ago when I had a Myspace account. It downed on me that it was a good start, even if old. With minor changes it pretty much reflects what is going on in my life right now.
Here it goes …
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.
It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity.
It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness.
It was the summer of hope, it was the summer of despair.
I had everything before me, I had nothing before me.
I was all going direct to hell, I was all going direct the other way.
I moved.
It was the best of times because I was going to have my own house for the first time in my life.
It was the worst of times because I got it out of a painful event.
It was the age of wisdom because I thought it was the best I could do given the circumstances.
It was the age of foolishness because I thought it was not the best I could do given the circumstances.
It was the epoch of belief, I was going home.
It was the epoch of incredulity, was it home?
It was the summer of hope because I thought I was going to find some peace.
It was the summer of despair because I didn´t find it.
I had everything before me, countless written pages.
I had anything before me, countless blank pages.
I was all going direct to hell, letting negative thoughts grow.
I was all going direct the other way, when I started fighting them.
So I moved. So I´m here. A new place. Still not “me” but on its way.
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The Wanderer 