Tour of the reality

Partying. Impulses. Flings. Tequilas. Bright lights. Loud music. Skimpy clothes. Huge earrings.

I've been on a tour with reality. The real world. Months ago, it seems all strange and new to me. Months ago, I felt like an alien, like an intruder on planet clubbing. I cant say the bouncers and bartenders of all clubs know me now, but at least, I could tell you about the clubs and their music, if you were to ask.

It's been one of the most memorable and fruitful, if i could say, experience of my life. I may not have seen or felt everything, but it's enough, to me. I could carry on with this present lifestyle, but I will end up having to pay more for the lessons, having to risk losing more of what I already have established from the past two decades of my life. And I am not willing.

It's really quite hard to put down in words, what is going through my head now. Let's just say I'm overwhelmed, so overwhelmed by this new world I've stepped into. I'm amazed at every little thing, action, word spoken, the every little corner, just everything. And I cant wait to share what i've been through with everyone, with the world! But bear with me for now please. At least for a couple of more days or weeks as I organise my thoughts.

This blog is beginning to sound like my little diary. The little diary where true and the innermost emotions are revealed without worries of being judged upon. It's too becoming a way of recording events and emotions at different stages of my life, reminding me of the lessons each and every day or situation has given me, before my memory fails me. If someone could, please remind me to print out my entries, in case some bug decides to eat up the whole world wide web.

My mosaics, strangely

I've seen enough...finally. I've tried enough...finally. I've done enough, finally, to carry on with life, with a proper life.

This very morning, I'm starting my life story on a new page, a fresh, nice and clean one. These past few months had been a trial. Trial as in, God was trying me out and I was trying new things out.

I've learnt so much more than any story, any advice, any form of anything could ever have given me. They call it experience. And i agree with them.

I've had the fun. I've had the thrills. I've had the impulses, the excitements, the experiences. I've collected enough memories, enough lessons, a bit of most things, to move on to the next phase of my life.

I have decided on the path my life would take, from here. Anyone coming along?