It's been in returning to the work hard, play hard of the capital and once again trying to find my nest among it, that I remember the difficulties of finding work that fits like a role rather than the soul-less submission of my time for money. It feels a futile journey; as we wish for an existence of definition. We cut away the fat that makes us different, trying to label the puzzle pieces of ourselves in a desperation to fit in. Our wants and needs are so many things. We are
Duality. Polarity. Sexuality. The Yin and the Yang. The inseparable energies of a whole. Always stepping back to see the big picture I could only spot the differences, but now living life close up makes those differences one again. I've finally come to the unveiling of the ancient knowledge of all life, the opposing forces both outside and within ourselves.
My fast and hard, all or nothing existence lent to youthful cheap thrills but these days life's tightrope only allows