Surprise

Nothing ever prepares you for the initial jolt of realisation! Every inch of pragmatic philosophy flies out the nearest window, as soon as one of my knind leaves home. And it becomes essential to re-discover oneself, and hunt out one's deep, unchangeable identity.
I really don't know how to articulate the way I often feel these days. Waves of homesickness insist on breaking themselves over me, whenever the tide is in...and that is more often than not. Sometimes I ache to meet the person I used to be. I don't think I've changed...I hope not...but I fear that the mad idealist, the irrepresible dreamer and the incorrigible enthusiast are all hibernating for the time being. I miss all my kindred spirits, I miss a certain ease with which I used to view life, I miss a certain unexplainable way I had of looking at things...I miss mt frequent flights of fanciful imagination...I miss myself...I find myself bereft of my indulgent friends and family members. I am, of course, very grateful for all that I have...and whenever I'm in a spot, I never fail to count my blessings, (a habit of yore, which I've yet seemed to retain)...I just wish these non-issues would sort themselves out soon, so the gushing romantic ( about the world, of course) in me could return soooon.