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Dear Diary Rambling
Living as I do of late has been both a revelation and a covering up of potential, seen through my frightened attempts to renege myself of responsibility for non-other than my writerly self.
That I have access to an — albeit erstwhile — genius, is of no doubt. But what I need further clarity on, is how I must use this precious source of art and beauty to illuminate my life and perhaps yours too.
And as I mull over all of that impossible this, I realize too that we are in a time of smoke and mirrors, where our desire for the material is a mirror reflecting the masquerade that is our lives as we rush into the bravado of “it’s still not anything like a brave new world”.
Instead, here we are living in some same-old, same-old something, which is so hinged on contingencies called a search for the creature comforts of life.
And for those of us (like me) who have so much and yet always want much more, there have been so many moments that most definitely leave me mortified at how little of spiritual significance has manifested itself through me to you, or anyone else for that matter.
For you too must know that we’ve become mere vessels caught up in the superficiality of our shells, lured by their luster; thus, unable to tell ourselves to let go of the Ego-centricity of this maelstrom life.
