what next?

After a tedious and cumbersome frictions with the real and imagined dynamisms I was compelled to shrink back and ask myself what could be the next critical move and a priority on the scale of preferences ?the mind was at the verge of dizziness and my heart was heavily laden nevertheless I felt an urge to apprehend the magnitude of sadness and imperativeness of joy.searching for more friends to replace the fallen angels was like leaving an open wound giving a free access to germs to torture the ailing soul.In the whole of my life I have never thought that a man can growl like a fox and have all his human form stripped off at a blink of an eye till the moment propagandas and false allegation were systematically and strategically designed and versioned against my self-concept by my own best friends and latent enemies.Restropecting on the past experiences and building the capacity for the present inclined why it was mandatory to renew and revise the future with real and imagined prospectus without casting doubts on the perilous expedition.The more i seemed to be meditating about the perceived betrayals and denials the more the solution to this intricated grip seemed to send ripples of confidence and assuming a pseudo shape, however more efforts and commitment were highly needed to maintain a status quo in order to create a space for instrumental thinking for moving forward symbolized a loss and confusion while retreating back signified a sense of concession ,guilty and condemnation ,this could be the last stage of self –consummation and betrayals of one’s natural instinct.mundiah