Life is invaded by falsehood. Perceptions and projections but no absolute truth. All of us wish to be someone else, to be someplace else. But life’s neither fiction nor is it a fable. It’s a paradox, a puzzle. Sometimes an error. Sometimes an enigma.
I guess all I ever seek is an undivided self. Free from contradictions. Time my mind made its home. And not just take trains, going this way and that way.
As I see it today, all of my life suddenly appears to be a freedom struggle.