Mocked.
It is an irony.
The previous post goes unfulfilled, as God willed that I, be cast into the spotlight of obligation.
Weighed down heavily by responsibility, my mental back strains and breaks ever so slightly, ever so slowly.
Inevitable, that I drag myself from the depths of a hellish week to an oasis of a weekend. Before the storm. Before field camp.
Life is full of surprises, and I tell myself, this is exactly what I live for; that this is, in the end, a journey full of experiences - experiences that make my life interesting. Why then, am I chained to anxiety?
A moodiness overcomes my senses and I am left, robbed of time and bereft of rest. Perhaps my paranoia is unjustified. Or is it?
I feel like a caged bird.
"I have no rest, I have no say, and I long to be free one day."