At this ungodly hour, I finally decided that it was high time I revert my attention into updating my blog. Things have panned out in a rather topsy-turvy manner at a frenzied pace since the last time I put forth my feelings on this virtual dashboard. I find myself furiously entangled in a vicious cycle of voluptuousness that has proceeded to invade my sensory capabilities; rendering me intellectually incapacitated in the face of severe crisis that asks for therapeutic measures to instigate a transformation of my decadent soul that has debilitated itself to a sorry state of affairs.
Needless to highlight the constancy in the flow of Time, it has passed in a jiffy...engulfing a trail of myriad memories - both torrid and pleasant, alike. It has also been true to its didactic nature; attenuating the self to testing circumstances and calibrating the same in the face of rather optimistic scenarios.
Contrarily, I have found myself wanting on several occasions. Sometimes more than others. There is a maddening stasis in my life which when coupled with the perpetually lingering feeling of frustration, fuelled by the obdurateness to change my wasteful lifestyle, only causes me to further speculate on what could have been. The longing desire to achieve something out of the ordinary as a means to pacify the wounded self and heal its rattled belief in the back of continual upsets is always on the radar of my subconscious mind. However, every fledgling attempt to assert a deterministic self falls short at the nascent stage; courtesy a flailing, fragile execution, stemming from a dilapidated reserve of Will-Power. I diligently resolve to iron-out my flaws en route to revivifying myself but to no avail!
The melancholic strain only intensifies with each passing day. It appears as if an inertial self, aided by the curse of the supernatural, has connived to forever doom misery upon me. An escape from this litany of hackneyed despondency looks fantastical to say in the least.
