As good a time as ever

2 in the night, a day before an exam, is as good a time as any to start re-blogging. What do u call a three month break- a sabbatical, a reality check or an imagination trip? Where does the line between imagination and reality actually blur, and where do the demarcations end?
As I try to focus on the task at hand, try really hard and yet not succeed :), I wonder what tomorrow holds, and the day after that. And thats it I have stopped wanting to know beyond that. There was a time when i used to fantasise about life, about the future, and not live in the present. The present always seemed like a wrong time to live. The future was always more alluring, being the unknown. Ever wondered what it is about what u dont know, the sense of adventure, the mystery, the sweet smell of secret, its a potent package altogether. And suddenly its not. Or is there a small voice at the back of my head that still wants to know but does not want to admit.
Do we all actually live honest lives? Dont we always lie about whats important and what matters and why we do what we do? Why is it so difficult to state the reality and accept it? Are we scared of coming across as vulnerable and is imagination a good enough shield? When does the like about reality and pretence taper off? And when do we accept the wall we build?
Is now as good a time as ever to start studying, or am I better off still wondering

contempatingly yours
@ISB