There comes a time in a man's life when he gets tired; tired physically; tired mentally and tired emotionally. I have come to that stage in my life. I am physically tired. I am 52, with high-blood pressure, diabetes and fistular. I am also prone to asthmatic attacks though not serious and I suffer from fatigue easily. I need a rest.
I have been writing almost daily taking a break only when my brother died almost a year ago. I have been writing to pour my heart out about how I feel about my country; I have been writing about the politics of this country; I have been writing about the dramas I see being acted out; and of late I have been writing about the elections, pre and post, I need a rest.
I feel jaded, I am frustrated about what's going on, I am disgusted about how one would cling even to the weakest of twig just to hold on to power; I am disgusted about how when already out of power, one strikes relentlessly as an act of retribution for fear of having his legacies dismantled; I am sick and tired of how low some sycophants would stoop just to please their bosses; I am sick of being sick.
I want to take a break, to do some soul-searching. I want to take a break to rest my battered body, tired mind and disgusted heart.
I want to rest to decide that if ever I started blogging again, would I follow the same course that I had taken this past year or so or start fresh on a new course which I myself don't know.
All I know is that, I need a rest. I have made so many new friends, the closest of whom are Doc, Tokasid, Shah Cakapaje, Ahmed Kerpov the Arsenal lover, Mat Salo the swamp man,Zorro my blogging guru, Elena of Acciaca2ra the retired musician and strong mother, Raden Galo, the iron lady and my sister, Pak Zawi the wise man from Kelantan. Asil an occasional visitor and many more.
So to all my friends, consider ourselves lucky that we have friends because there are so many lonely people out there. Funny, sometimes even amongst friends we can be lonely.
Actually it was this clip that prompted me to make this decision. I asked myself what Beatles number do I like best and Eleanor Rigby strikes out of no where. Yes, amongst all the Beatles classics, I love this song the best. It could be for a reason. Amongst all the Beatles members I like John Lennon the best, though this song is primarily Paul's.
Please stop for a while in what ever you are doing to give this song a listen. The melody and lyrics, at least to me, is haunting.
So till we meet again, when, I don't know, being fickle, it could be tomorrow, here's talking to you kid, adios muchachos, astalavista baby, chow chin chow, na poite ware and may ALLAH save and bless this country.
Update: You see what happens when you name people? You more often than not forget. Now I want to mention his name and he may think its because he commented. It just slipped my mind. Amongst those I consider my blogging friends is Bergen. I have a lot of respect for that guy and I hope he knows it.