Yearn

I find myself agitated, restless.
I realise that something has got to give.

It's 3 pm. Neutral time, neutral zone.
Pretty obvious, this is not just a mere impulse urging for action.
This has been in the back of my head for weeks. With emphasis on 'has been', that is.

Don't really have a good explanation for not taking action earlier on.
Think it deserves a culture debate. While an (urban) American would probably produce a visible question mark right on top of his head (accompanied by a slight twitch in his left eye), someone from around these parts would find it rather 'normal'. Yet regrettable, none the less.[?]

Reminds me how prudent we really are. Warp me back three months in time and I would probably agree. Now, not so much. Feels like luxury.

There is, however, one simple solution.:
Take action like the Kings of old. Act, not reflect. At any cost. With no shame to bear.

There's just one snag in it: doesn't rhyme with me. And it's not just that little voice that objects, it's everything. Calculating on several domains, harbouring on reason. Crypting.

What to do, what to do?

- "Oh, and for the nitwits among you: it's not about romance."

R.I.P

Miserie maakt je sterker,
Voorspoed maakt je beter.