Bipolar Genius: Musings of a Moody Catholic Economist
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Hello readers, Yesterday was a hard day for me. I woke up and the day felt wrong. So I went back to sleep hoping to wake up on the right side of the bed I tossed and turned, I mumbled and rumbled. But sleep was not the release it promised. I listen to music and
My sanity is dictated by the rhythm of my heart, which beats to the drums of my musical soul, that has realised, my contentment, rests on my Freedom to move my feet … which, is a feat, not done by those, that surrender in defeat, as they succumb to the dirge of life, allowing the
Presence is needed in absence when death steals away futures those left behind fill moments together with words, and touches, and silences but the mouth has no meaning only the heart speaks truth only the eyes express the words of our soul as our memories melt into puddles dripping down our faces in an oasis
We have all made fun of, marginalised, mocked, ridiculed, laughed at or degraded something that is sacred to someone else.
What is the meaning time…
