I am about to set out the loftiest ambition of my life. I am about to. Begin. Writing. My. Book. In about three days, i should have donned the hat of a writer and begun towards the thriving, beating, the most alive part of my ambitious life.
Contrary to what I had been feeling all these years, I am feeling light and airy. Like well-made cake. There is no heavy weight of expectations and fears and impending failures burdening my tiny, little heart. No. There is no nonsense of that sort. So what if I fail. So what if I am scared. So what if it all comes down to nothing. The worst that it will be is a collection of badly written language, uncomfortable words. No hell will break lose because, I , wrote a bad book. The WORLD WILL NOT COME TO AN END.
I think I am finally superior to myself. 
This blog is not a blog. I can’t really help it. I tried and tried and then it still is like a journal. What do I do now?
A friend is on his way to become the next political satirist/cartoonist/poking-fun-at-stupid-dumb-corrupt-politicians person. I am loving that good things are happening to him. When I come to think of it, good things are happening to all my friends. It feels good when life it working out for everyone at the same time. We all can be happy together.
The dog is doing well. Thanks for asking. He has learnt a funny way to whine-bark-howl all at the same time. It is irritating to say the least. Makes you want to tear his tongue out or chop your ears off. Universal Soldier is happy. I am happy. Dog is happy. World is happy.
I am living this joyous life, that I feel I do not deserve at all. I am waiting for the ax to fall on me soon.
Till good things are happening.
