Back where I belong and trying to get back to all the routines I normally call 'life'. While most seem to be going on paths of self discovery and discovery of truths I remain ever the same, untouched by anything continuing in routines I would give an arm and leg to change.
The truth always hurts but realization stings. Its worse when you trick yourself into beleiving things a small voice in your heart tells you are not the way they seem. Eventualities exist but delaying them gives no pleasure or joy. No matter what I do to try and avoid it it creeps around corners to meet me. A friend of mine regrets using escapism to escape reality but then at times an escape is perhaps the best thing to have. As James Bond is rightly advised by Q in a movie; always have an escape plan. Sad part is there was no escape planned and am caught between whether to sit and figure out a plan to escape or whether I want to even escape at all.