The transience of everyday life can be somewhat disconcerting. One day is filled with tumultuous emotions and savaged with angry sentiments and the next day is sublime in its calmness and flaccid with it’s predictability. How much have I come to rely on strong stimulus in my days affairs? Perhaps I have a love affair with chaotic intertwining and am ill at ease with serenity. Serenity marks dullness and I am born with an irresistible desire for mania and fast paced living, I only have to recount the consumable amount of caffeine that has entered this limbic system today.

A s such I am alive with an unquenchable thirst and am in continual flux with the mundane monotony of passing days, which seem to waste with time. Not much is happening in this vortex of nothingness and almost wish if I were at day one, fresh to start over again. Would anything be different if such musings were reality? Probably not! I am at this juncture and in divine wisdom it is where I am compelled to be.