Crash Boem Bang

Today seemed an appropriate time to revisit this ol' blog of mine.

Somehow, life seems to have rounded away and then simply headed for a rest - at the beginning.

Crash.

A reincarnation of sorts - without having really lived a lifetime each time.

Boem.

Cheesily, I intend the Bang being something akin to the bang that created the universe.
That neatly coincides in timing with the month that I turn 30....

Pish. That's all hogwash. These gyres are bothersome. And these are, obviously, daemons not laid to rest.
It's all very well to brush away our experiences cheerily with a consolatory pat on the back and a sage tone about life's experiences making one stronger. Lipservice. That's all lipservice if you cannot fathom what you were supposed to have learnt. Where should your next step fall? I had never even considered that I would actually be pacing in circles, trying to set right bones already healing - and breaking them all over again, as I prodded and fiddled and thrust and pushed.

Now, as I gingerly pat reddened, swollen tissue, I must consider that, perhaps, I was mistaken to expect the bones to be the same as before. Perhaps, the daemons needed to be accepted as immutable obstacles and a path onward needed to be forged around them. Because onward is where one must go. Whether one likes it or no.

I came across a quote today:

You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.
Maya Angelou

What if you still have everything to prove to yourself?
Boem.