Lies & Truth. Lies or Truth.

Tell me sweet little lies, that my ears would like to digest.

Paint me a pretty rainbow, so my eyes can feast upon.

I'm out of the country, thrown back in the city.

So how true can I be to myself. Test time ?

What are the lies within the truth to be fabricTed?

What are the truth(s) within lies that have been told ?

I'm anxious. I'll be spending sometime with the family very soon.

Wonder how that would all change.

In a recent phone call, Mom expressed her wish of us all settling down as a family.

Finally? Isn't it a little too late ? Maybe, maybe not.

So yes, she has quit her job sometime ago to assist the twins with their lives.

She took my advice.

' Mom, you can still help them before it's too late. Before they turn 21 . The game might forever be over for you. You might never know who they are. '

I remembered telling her that 4years ago. She did take progressive steps to give up her career.

However, I still get random calls blaming me for the lack of in her life.

I guess it's not easy for her to let go of something she took so ling to build up.

But, the twins are behaving more humanely ; less spoilt and much happier.

Anxiety bites me, as I think of the 'free life' I will be giving up to give 'being in a family' a chance again.

Then again, isn't everything just an illusion of the mind ?

Anyway, on a lighter note . I wonder what the (city-chic) family would think of me greeting them in muddy gumboots and dreadlocked hair.

Kate, the fully qualified country bumpkin.

Probably atrocious and unacceptable.

'The only constant is change.' - Heraclitus

So the only way to survive is adapt.

As Darwin would say, 'It's the ones that are most adaptable to change.' (That will survive)

I'm a survivor! Or, at very least I try,

Fingers crossed. I hope that I will survive this test run in the city & family.

Also, not let the competition, greed, glam & what's not seep too much into my soul.

I feel like a rehab patient.