travesty of my travails...

nooo! these are hardly my days of travails as I am having one hell of a ball in life, enjoying the pleasures of thoughtless living, unhindered sleep/loafing, unlimited eating and as a result of putting on couple of permanent layers of fat around myself, etc. Well what the heck, apart from the fact that probably NYSC is going to make some money through my efforts to shave off those extra pounds and abercombie is one happy man after half my wardrode has his label.

Alas there is a catch as always and thats where the travesty lies and my possible travails in an effort to remedy the situation. I dont think I am really happy or is it that something is eating me out hollow from inside! What is that - that is missing? probably it is because I have stopped thinking and also the lack of challenge perhaps?

I guess "The Fountain Head" by Ann Ryand - poisoined my blissfull ignorance by poking those long buried thoughts - thoughts of achieving something in life.

I am not really the peter keating but one of those perfect caricatures who have stopped thinking and have accepted what has been enforced upon them. Taking the fruitless path of often trodden with the known