Quo Vadis...
Am leaving for the big show tomorrow... dont really know whats gonna happen, and immensity of the moment just over burdens me. I know theres nothing so huge that it cant be shrugged off, Richard Bach said in Illusions,
The best way to avoid responsibilty is to say that I have none.
But rhetorics like these just dont work anymore, i know if i lose, all i'll lose is just something that was never mine. But then doing a course in MBA, a primer on accounts does teach me about Oppurtunity Costs.
Still, is it only the financials that trouble me? Or am i afraid of my self? Isnt this doubt that causes the tremors in the ground beneath my feet.... Isnt it my eyes that see the sky hazy? When you know you are not prepared, even the greatest of all warriors, fear the battles. But is heroicism lie, in the seizing the moment, a la carpe diem! Or does it lie in the meticulousness of preparation? Where does the real glory reside? What color is the crown to me?
Questions Abound
Answers Unfound
Revelations Profound
But where are they?
I know the coming time
Along with its footsteps brings
The answers to all that i want
And more confounded things.
So let me wait, till the time shall tell. I'll just chew my nails!

