THE MYSTIC RIDE (Episode 1)

There are times I wondered why, I act just the way I do. Other times, I wished I knew exactly why I had  allowed my foolery thrived even beyond reasonable heights.

Why do I act exactly like I do. Why do I impulsively seek refuge in the same unheard voices that have kept shouting loudly in utmost silence.

Why have I continually enriched her with fame, and perhaps,  have always made her god.

I hate to admit, but I naturally do not only take counsels from what I think resides in my subconscious, but overtly and most inadvertently, express them.

I live a life I do not want, but most interestingly cant possibly change. Not because I would not love to, but because I fear to fail, hence my endless bouts of tries, had made me nurse enough heartbreaks each time It comes out like It most likely would - futile.

Why then do I act like I do. Why do I keep wishing I were someone else?. Why do I feel I live a borrowed life,  why have I failed to isolate "Me".

For Endless times, over a thousand and one maybe, I keep wishing I knew why I feel more comfortable growing fatly unwise. I wish I had all the answers I seek. I wish I knew just the 'why' in every question.

I know shouldn't be saying this, but yet I wouldn't stop,  until I just could at least, by chance or by providence explain why I act just exactly like I do.


JOIN ME IN MY MYSTIC RIDE, PERHAPS YOU COULD DISCOVER YOURSELF TOO.


#IamMaverique_Richard and this is my 'Mystic Ride'.