Once again, I'm out of work, have been for a few months now. And with time for introspection, retrospection , indulging I have been once again moulding different conclusions of the world I'm in and trying to conjure up various strategies of dealing with them.
This time I've tracked changes more closely, seen the progress and improvements, clearly realised mistakes, and with more data points to analyse I've faced deeper forms of confusions.
One of the most important things, and the most obvious one, I've learned is that life is not like a story-writing practice: you cannot scrap your paper and start fresh, there are no erasers, neither are there sudden jumps in passages without losing important information, nor can you invent and kill characters by will.
The second things is that you can run from anything but yourself. Trying to run away from a mess you created is only going to end up with a new mess in a new place.
