Its a Lonely Day

That title is just a System of a Down song I had been humming btw :)

I opened this draft on Feb 14, and life kept happening.

Now, April is slipping into its twilight, and the title is still here. I still dont know what date it will carry when I publish this. I didn’t know what I was writing then—and I’m not entirely sure what I’ve been thinking since. Its as if there's another guy in there who very quietly took over the phalanges and refused to let go. 

So, this one finally drops today. This has lived on and off in the background, but I think I am finally ready to commit to this, and to maybe a few other things too.

Commitment and its role in my life uptil now really confuses me. And I have been taught to be devoted; through the roman catholic boys school; through a teenage academic demolition derby; through heartbreaks, through doors closed on admiration, and on hands full of sweets; through the desecration of the sacred, and through confrontation with death.

And I wonder—

 Is commitment the bane that walks hand in hand with freedom ? 

A beautiful tapestry over the fabric of time that adds flavour to our choices?

Or maybe they accompany you until a fork appears — and you wonder which one went which way. 

Hi, I am the Lazy Hermit.

I might talk to you endlessly, or may offer something quieter.

I might chase rainbows with you, or live up to my name—sit in my cave, eat pizza, and share good music. 

And to politely disagree with an old friend—the author of Theaetetus and The Republic—this cave isn’t a prison.

It’s a place.

Yours, and mine.

Sorry, Mr. Plato. You’re still my favourite part of my optional paper. :)

Without wax,

Love.

Here's a hand full of sweets.

(I think I said it before.)