Yes Iam in pursuit of my Zahir (read: Paulo Coelho). At times I just get "statued", I mean I don't know what's happening. But I get this feeling that there is something that I need to know. Something is dying to get my attention. Something is out there that seeks my sight and notice. What could it be? Some sort of discomfort is secluding me. And no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to cut loose. Iam somewhere, somehow trapped, caught and tangled. And then at times I feel as if Iam numb.......uncomfortably numb, courtesy Blue Floyd. Documentary or fiction? Take your pick. As far as I feel, my life has somehow got back its life and has started breathing. Is it because have given up banking on hopes? I wish they had ATMs of hopes. Push in the card and download hope. Not that I had a dearth of hope or sorts but again, just that I have given up hoping. I realised that the more I hope, the more I expect and eventually I end up with loads of expectations. So I have decided that the best way to tackle such a scenario would be to be numb to hope and let destiny play its turn. I'm better off with destiny taking the lead. I'd better be the follower. In pursuit of my Zahir.