Almost Home...
Dear Reader, They say we begin to die the moment we are born. That everyday that goes by after the day of our birth is a day subtracted from our prescribed days here on earth and every development that occurs is merely a degeneration of sorts. Preparation for our inevitable return to the dust from which we were formed. Pretty morbid, isn't it? I believe that life is a journey. I am sure that from the day we are born our life sets off in a particular direction and we spend the rest of our days here on earth making decisions about the direction in which we should go. Whether we are aware of it or not we are all going somewhere...and yes, perhaps those who say we are merely travelling to our graves are right but the point is that we are going somewhere. And i am quite sure that the destination is home. Well, at least i feel that is my destination. I came to this belief when i was 18-years old; when i started blogging and writing poetry. I had been feeling los...