what tangled webs we weave...

Life is filled with intricacy. Webs we ourselves weave filled with lies, deception, manipulation, distraction, pain, agony...and the list goes on and on and on. Yet we tell ourselves that all is right with the world. But of course reasons are abundant. That is why it is important not to judge. Different people have different troubles and each individual has their own unique way of overcoming their situations. Perhaps the wise chose to face it head on and take the bull by its horns. But who's to say that would be the best course of action? In any case, we all deal with our troubles in our own ways. Some chose to weave tangled webs in order to get out of the mundane drudgery of their everyday lives. And sometimes these webs lead to other things. Other discoveries. But fact remains that the tangled web is hard to untangle. It gets more twisted as we delve in deeper and as days go by, we go about wondering how the hell did we end up in such a great, big mess? For the most part of last year and this I have been living in a mess. Not literally, but you get my drift. The past kept haunting and the future seemed bleak. And then one fine day, I woke up and suddenly the sky was a different blue. I realized that I should not think so much about where my life was going to lead up to. The present seemed like a nice place to live in for a change. So I packed up my history and decided to keep it under lock and key. They're still there, mind you. I am not one who believes that the past should be forgotten and never be remembered. It's just that in order to live in the now, I can't afford to keep looking back. Because like it or not, life goes on. Suddenly things seem a whole lot less messier, though the new webs I'm weaving in efforts to untangle old webs are beginning to look pretty complicated and somewhat twisted, but as I've said, I am finally feeling somewhat better. So basically, the moral of the story is that nothing is ever simple. You may think it is, but somewhere along the way, something is going to jump out at you and say "you've been punk'd" (or something to that effect). Never think, not even for a moment, that life is a thornless bed of roses. I learnt that the hard way, so here's passing a piece of old advice, which I believe is not said often enough: Life is rarely pure and never simple. No one could have phrased it better than good ol' Oscar Wilde. Therefore I have opted to, in the words of Mark Twain, I’m throwing off the bowlines. I’m sailing away from the safe harbour. I’m gonna catch the trade winds in my sail. I am learning it the hard way that the life I thought I perfected this whole time is simply going to leave me with more pain and heartache. So here's to a clean slate. Here's to living for the moment. Here's to writing a new book altogether. Here's to me. Now, how can you not drink to that?