My Zeitgeist

Lot’s happened in self’s life before.
Life gently bobbed on, in the Gulf of Ennui...
anchored on the Isle of Complacency. You know - modern life’s seductive, misleading, intoxicating - dulls your senses and plays the Piper, with your inner sense of direction.

And you end up feeling in control - somebody/something else’s.

Happens, don't you see?
well, it was happening to me, and I wasn't seeing it yet. that was when there was this li'l bolt from the blue.

Ding-a-ling!

Oh nothing, just a friend remarking about how we both are pushing 30. Still, made me think about a particular glass - half-filled or half-empty or some such thing. In the right mood, makes ya thirsty, what?

Thus.
Realized, and set to settin' things right right away.
For one dizzy, heave-ho high,
before dear old doddering death drums on the door.
One gotta lotta do. And you gotta do it yourself.
You know, life's not meaningful, till it's meaningful.
Live. and live now.
well, if you wanna feel nice while you are at it, let live too.
There you have it:
the feisty gist, the gutsy gusto,
the bee in the bonnet, the manic manifesto,
my zeitgeist, and the rummy thing.

P.S.: But one can't forget:
it's the journey that matters, not the destination. Life's one wizard's back pack, full of surprises of the anticlimactic kind. I just tell meself:

better or worse, it's yetta come! heh.