A Bend in the Lane

When one has a lot of time on one's hand, one begins to ponder over things. Time makes philosophers, perhaps novice ones, out of us. Wasnt it just yesterday when my 12 year old self wrote a letter for my 21 year old self? And here I am, my 22 year old self, rambling like a world weary woman who has done it all and seen it all. From the few of my travels, I was disappointed to conclude that our lives anywhere are spent fighting the tiny battles; are full of the inconsequential joys and sorrows. There seems to be an unexciting pattern in all our lives. The same insecurities, the same desires, the same interests, the same routines.. I am glad I am not a cat, or I would have live Nine lives. Once is enough- thank you very much. I will do what I have to do, wrap it up and bid adieu. That is why Auden's stanza rings true all the more : "In headaches and in worry, Vaguely life leaks away Time will have his fancy To-morrow or today" This stanza stuck with me for a full ye...

Just signed up! After the insistance from many pals and foes. I have been mulling over Auden's poetry for a while. It takes a great deal of everything good and bad to write such melancholically beautiful poetry. I sight a bend in my lane. However, as they say, "Dominus Illuminatio Mea"