Ahriman's Deviations

Freedom Of Thinking

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Posted on | November 24, 2009 | No Comments

No, there is no one holding a gun to my head in making me write… at least, not yet…

Let’s just say that few hours ago I had a great idea for an article, now I have… just this feeling that somehow I have to write… something, in order to say at the end of the day that I did something with my life…

There is a phrase that kept bugging me for the last weeks, actually… I wanted to be a writer, now I have the time to write, I can write (or at least those were the… early reviews) so why the fuck am I not writing?

What is happening to my brain?

I do think that one of the versions is that I’ve reached my limits and I am ashamed that I will not be the “wonder” my grandparents wanted me to be… and that is… killing me…

I am also afraid that… well, all of my friends reached more in their life and lived more than I did and, back in the day, I was “the chosen one”…

Eh, what do I know? I am just a drunken man, staring at the stars and wondering if the world would be better without him…

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