vortex

a night of revelations, truth, realisations, and tragic ironies.

please guide and protect her dear God, she deserves so much better.

a whimper of resistance from within; time for metamorphosis?

if only norton ghost worked on brains as well.

questions of the hour:

a. i feel my notion of self (in fact, my very character) to constantly change, very considerably at times (i mean, look at me now), according to my surroundings (location, activity, people). what does that mean?

b. in a bid to determine my fabled "dream" and "purpose in life", i examine all the roles and events that have transpired in my earlier years which i remember ever feeling fired up for, and realise the common factor boils down to pride. as in, i am motivated by personal pride. but pride is a shaky foundation, a sin even. so what do i do now? how am i to course a chart of action if its basis is as questionable as this? can such pride be good? if not, what do i do?