Purple

The familiarity behind a mechanically reclaimed sausage led me out into a world looking less than ordinary and it made me realise the transition and change. It could be any day as every day is the same as the one before but briefly punctuated by sporting events or visits from faraway friends. It is not a glum existence as the routine and mundane implies as beyond the routine lies a magical place of my making. A sharp contrast to the way I have lived, survived, to date as the relative Mr Nobody this blog has always been about before.

So this would be a fond farewell to a person I have known and loved and loathed over the last decade. There are those of you that know me, have known me or think that you know me that read this, check in with it, to see if perhaps I am still alive, still disillusioned, lost or unhappy. Perhaps to see if things would change. There are those massive regrets, the lows and the loves lost and thrown away, there has also been a lot I have blamed myself for and failed to look past the end of my own nose maybe into the direction of somewhere else. Things change. People don’t. We find ourselves though or lose ourselves more. We settle or accept contentment. Happiness being more a marketing gimmick that an actual destination. As a feeling it has its merits.

It is literally the light I see blinding me each day reminding me of the progress, evolution and eventual endpoint. Mr Nobody is no more and a somebody is forming in the distance.

To be continued.......