My Raging Fire

I have this slight tickle in my belly. After a long time, I have started using the internet for more than just orkutting, facebookin or chatting. Sure, I would come to my blog to check if any one had commented on my previous blog posts or not since I had kind of become one lazy bum when it came to writing. But today, i have been given a reason to write. I have realised that I can't keep waiting for creative ideas to spring up in my mind so that I can post them on my blog. Sure, I don't have a way with words but now I'm looking outside my window and I'm surprised to see that there is a storm brewing...

People have started writing and for somehow reasons which are well above my understanding. I have this blog to maintain known as the DREAM COMPASS but I fail to see anyone making an effort to bring forth their ideas. I only see revolts springing and mud slinging. Peace has always been something volatile that can't be just kept constant. There has to be some itch in the back after every scratch. And so, I'm done with my couches and my potatoes. I can't wait for Minerva to shower her blessings on me and make me a genius. I will just have to keep on with whatever I have. I am tired and in need for a long vacation, away from this chaos and hustle and bustle. But since there is no way out of here, I can just wait to see how the cookie crumbles. I feel helpless at times and at others I feel hopeless. There is fire in many of us and it is time to bring forth our own...