Yes, everything has to come to an end.
I have been away, from the world which needed to be fixed, from the universe screaming for help. Superheroes need a break too. I had. Now I am back.
Truth is, the world doesn’t need my help and the world is at its best. My being back is nothing but an addition to the active population - wide-eyed, coffee-addict, typing crowd. I have nothing against this population because it would be very hypocritical if the bashing will come from their own.
So this is how I try to say sorry for all the things that I missed, especially the responsibilities. But as I said, where I came from, my existence is a puny addition to their kind. They are brilliant creatures and some of them outshines my radiance.
For the benefit of everybody, including myself, I am back because grieving is really exhausting, crying is dehydrating, binge eating will make me fat, reading will lead me to delusions of grandeur, and medical drama makes me want to be a doctor again.
Low and behold the second coming of my brain - fully functional, eccentric, will write for a cause, and less lonely. If it helps, I still don’t know how to gauge depression but psychoanalytically, I think I’m just half mad but I am no hatter.
Here is how I begin an ending which results to another beginning which I should end to begin something else. #
(The picture has nothing to do with the post, it’s just so scientifically fascinating. P.S I aced this quiz, dammit Bio1!)
