Escapism junkie Philosopy

When I was a kid I fell into a lake and almost drowned.  It’s really not as dramatic as it sounds.  My mind was probably too young to even register this as a traumatic event, but maybe subconsciously I was mature enough to realize that that moment was a perfect excuse to develop an iota of fear that would imprint itself on my soul.

  I’d like to think that that fear translates itself consciously to my ever existent obsession with the sky.  In an effort to face a hidden childhood fear of drowning, I compensate by constantly thinking about the pure bliss of immersing myself in the wider, more mysterious blue ocean of the sky.  It’s either that or I’m just a sentimental shmuck who loves blue, no pun intended.

Later I get to buy my own copy of ONIMUSHA: Dawn of Dreams —and this will be the highlight of my day.  At least I’m sane enough to realize how pathetic this is.

It’s funny how moments of clarity can hit you at the oddest of hours.  It’s 1:30 in the morning on a week day.  At moments like these, I’m usually asleep.  It doesn’t get much clearer than this. I am in desperate need of a change.  Life is too short to be lived in a dull resigned manner.