Of Human Bondage

That which ties us, keeps us, reminds us, that we are human.

After a super long hiatus, I've decided to start blogging again. Of Human Bondage, the title of William Somerset Maugham's novel. One that reminds us that we're all too human. The need to fit in, to be loved, to be understood. Something that is never more so prevalent, so sought after now than ever before, when the book was written in the early 1900s.

Looking back at my past posts, thoughts and beliefs, I wonder why I never did laugh at myself. The childishness and immaturity was indeed laughable.

The intro to my blog was a glimpse into how I looked at life.

Standing over the edge of the abyss, glancing into the chasm leading to Tartarus and facing the Queen of the Night.....

Time has passed, things are very much different now. Can't say that I've gotten wiser, or that I've gained a wealth of experience. What I can say is that perspectives have changed. The needs of yesterdays have faded to become whims of the past.

From poly, to the army and now, to the working world. A full year of working has taught me a lot, given memories to cherish, occasions to laugh at, situations to shed tears.

But I'm glad, I must say, as these events have all lead me to the one thing I treasure; he who has become paramount in all that I do, that I am even.

To the road ahead, thee I shall cross. At the crossroads, guarded by the Queen of the Night, I shall make my choice and bravely (I hope) traverse the path.

To the road ahead.