Last month's protocol

Last month was a piece of hollow tablet. The beginner’s luck was ecstasy but it soon transformed as everything. I was rebellious, I was low, I was nympholeptic, I was envious, I was right and I was wrong. At many times, past month, I needed someone, someone I could kill, to butcher my very own kindness.
Some were really bad times, flowing spontaneously in an underlying form of tears, stealing the prospect of being courageous and even producing treacherous terms and conditions to slow down the journey.  I want to count the good times too but why do we unsatisfied humans always undermine the importance of such instances. I had real obstacles, so I forgot the merry moments too in the wake of monstrous calls. Legitimate?

I can just laugh over the fact. I can’t be, I won’t be such an idiot.

The beginner’s luck is over and now comes the indication of a voyage, less travelled, less wanted. As I remember “ So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

The quagmire of unhappiness, failures, distress is an opportunity, to redefine the luck, to change what is just ordinary, to find what makes you, to learn that you are the one, born to stand out.

I am starting again. This labyrinth’s seems interesting.