Californication : The beginnings

Reality bites. Time flies. Distances widen. Hearts pound. Mind retreats & reverts back to the reminiscent past. My life is taking a gigantic U-turn and I know where I am and where I might end up being. Its just that amidst the love for this very California sun, I find tatters of history. Pages flip through, opening new chapters, yet leaving an indelible mark of the past on my mental landscape. I move on. So did Hank Moody, the dude who is inspiring, enthralling and enlightening me in more ways than any at this very instant. Here is something as casually deep OR deeply casual as a blogpost could get. I leave you with Hank and his words. His world. Which maybe is becoming my world right now. Right under this very California sun.

"Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you’re dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don’t know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won’t always love me “no matter what” - Hank Moody, Californication