State of Mind? Void – As Typhoon Sue puts it “Random Ramblings, Not Worth Reading“
Life baffles me sometimes. Its logic and reasoning, often, seem too far-fetched for me. The father to my son, recently said that I live in my own imaginary world. Does it mean that I am crazy? I think not. A tad eccentric? Perhaps. I certainly can tell apart between my real world and my LaLa land, so to speak.
Before we proceed, someone (a genuine writer nonetheless) said to me “anyone who can write has his/her own imaginary world.” Since I fancy myself as a budding writer – at this point the reality in my head is screaming “you need serious help woman, you write without sense of structure at all, AT ALL!” – I embrace his belief to the core.
I built my secret tree house as soon as I can understand how harsh life can be. I fear ridiculing eyes and I loath judgments. So, when my going gets though, I hide in my secret tree house. In it, I reign as King. I am the script writer, the director and the actor. I write and write and write to my heart’s content. Oh, how intoxicating my secret tree house can be. It is a heaven of solitude. It makes me a stronger person. It certainly was and still is my escapism.
People die, love fades, health deteriorates, relationship fails but life moves on. For as long as I can understand this, I will always have my secret tree house. Good weekend folks.