Ah well

Since it's teacher's day, my gift to my CT would be an exemption from the need to exert energy to tick my name on the attendance list during morning assembly.

AND. I think I got awoken by marching people at the canal this morning. I didn't check but there was a lot noise (still cuddling in my bed). Retribution for not going to school? I hate being awakened by such stupidity. What was it? Did PJC organize a mass march again?

Great calamity will strike in one week's from now. Or not.

I don't know but there is this arcane sense of tranquility, which is void of pain, confusion, balefulness and so on. There is this order right now that resides in me. I feel crystal clear, vehement and poised to strike.

Recently I took a walk along memory's lane. I feel foolish. And whenever I look back and whatever I look back at, the me I see is forever weaker, helpless (maybe due to the inherent nature of regret? but like I said, I don't regret). I think somehow, the more peace in your life, the more need for emotional drama, rage or it's derivatives. Somehow, there have been great failure to bring in any emotional fluctuations that I require now. Life is too peaceful. Nothing disturbing, nothing repelling and everything solvable.

I have been exempting myself from blogging. Not that I hate it. There is nothing much to report, and even if there was, it will be the same thing in the same fashion and in the same words along the same lines. There will be nothing protruding if a line a straight, and if it's straight it cannot curve. Maybe I will return into a helix soon. But not now.

And even this post, is another attempt to get fired up about blogging again. I've lost some interest in most things, and because energy cannot be destroyed, it is somewhat channeled and more concentrated at the tasks at hand. I'm just fulfilling the vision that I have always visualized.

The more one says, the more one speaks, the more he exposes himself. And the more he exposes, the more room for exploitation. I shall attempt to speak less, or even communicate. Real power lies in a life of solitude. Or not.