The past twenty-five years of my life suddenly hit me one day as nothing less than a premonition. I was then stupidly singing my heart out in the bathroom to the tune of "...twenty-five years of life and still, trying to get over that great big hill of hope, for a destination..." ouch! My eyes got soaked in soap! Sometimes, lucid moments does get out of hand.

For the longest time, I have been on a journey mode, philosophically speaking, if it means anything, yet somehow, I was aware that I was not getting anywhere. I certainly don't want to wake up twenty-five more years later agonizing thateverything had been just a forethought.Without knowing much where I want to go, what I want to do, much less why I want live at all, I haphazardly decided to get a life, because it's kinda my thing to get into, if you know what I mean... I only knew of one overriding conviction then. I want the TRUTH, whatever it means, whatever it takes. For without it life was not and will never be, worth living.
Quite romantic, right?

Well, to date, I'm still untangling myself to no avail out of the web of problems that resulted out of that single pesky decision!

If I were given a chance, however, to make a mess out of my life all over again, I'll glady do it again perhaps with a little more bravado this time.

As for why, well because in the process, I've found not just Life and Truth but also the Way. And no hell on earth can take them away from me.

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