I never really understood the reason why some people write short comments, treatises, monologues and the like. Now I do. Its to bring out whats welling up inside and is triggered by events either closely or distantly associated with the particular problem that's vexing the author. Having adopted a stoical approach to life and wishing to go ahead in a manner whereby I never give people around me a chance to say that Ive partook of any favours that I have no right to, I deem every success or failure as an occasion for celebrating my cynical stance on life. Hypocrisy is a vice far worse than procrastination. I am privy to the latter and am extremely taxed by the natural consequences of having these character traits which pose as stumbling blocks in every endeavour of mine.
Relationships are mutable to say the least. The paths they traverse are twisted like a tortured snakes trail. People change with time. The only true relationship is that of a parent and a child. But that again is affected as the loyalty of the parent gets stretched taut on various occasions where his or her decisions affect more than one child's future. The parent is forced to effect a compromise between what is right for the best child perceived, in question, rather than what is right. That makes me think if I would be a good father when the time comes. I seriously hope so. I break into cold sweat when I picture a future wherein I'm changing nappy pads and rocking the cradle at odd hours of the night. I don't think id get married at all. Too much responsibility and i can proudly say that Ive always successfully steered clear of any kind of responsibility that has come my way so far in life. All you married idiots out there with kids...what were u thinking ???
