Sacred Sanctuary

If you’re looking at the picture and you think something is wrong with your eyesight, don’t fret. Look really close enough and you’ll see that the foreground is in fact focused but the background is blurred.

Pardon me, for my incessantly irregular entries. Also forgive me, for the whimsical directions of my musings. Perhaps it’s the long period of inactivity. Maybe, being alone at home gives me too much time to think. It’s a delicate balance, to juggle what masks to wear to keep myself enriched and distant at the same time.

Then again, you should know me by now, don’t you? The unpredictability that pervades my better judgment.

So many twists and turns that bring us to crossroads. There is no definite percentile. A shorter journey could well bring us unending joy. The long journey, a bitter compensation.  No turning back, so godspeed.

Yet I seek answers I cannot comprehend and pose problems I already have solutions to.

Taking one’s own sweet time is a luxury.

A luxury that this time and age cannot afford. Not even them who lead the pack.

Let us toast, to the uncertainty of the living. The unequivocal equivocalness of path finding.

I will have my solace. Cheers.