- Sometimes I wonder why I'm so troubled these days. I mope, nothing seems to be going right. People say I'm getting cranky. Bonkers. I can't go there again. Smoke seems to be choking my lungs, and I've never touched a cigarette yet in my life. And then I just think its all morbid self-pity. I like that phrase. So anyway, I need some change in my life. My lie. Monotony really gets me down. Inspiration drawn from Yeats' poem, "The Second Coming". Hey, if Achebe can get inspired, so can I. Here's the poem. By W B Yeats.
-------------------------------------------------- Turning and turning in the widening gyre
- The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
- Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
- Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
- The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
- The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
- The best lack all conviction, while the worst
- Are full of passionate intensity.
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- Surely some revelation is at hand;
- Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
- The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
- When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
- Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
- A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
- A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
- Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
- Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
- The darkness drops again; but now I know
- That twenty centuries of stony sleep
- Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
- And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
- Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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So I need to change. Back to when I was enjoying myself. Get rid of the turbulence. The anarchy. Welcome my Second Coming. And as a start, I changed the layout of my room. This page has been overhauled. Completely. I am gonna kick life's ass once more. Fingers crossed, that is.
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