Another grain of sand...

And I'm off. Belated, perhaps, but not in anyway deterred. Delayed, but not at all denied. My debt has been repaid and I'd be lying if I claimed that being on a beach halfway across the world didn't do me good as well. Yet now it's time to get back to business. I made plans, way back when I was young. I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing. And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly. But each deed I did, each act, bound me to itself and to its consequences, and made me act again and yet again. Now, very seldom do I come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when I may stop and simply be. Or wonder who, after all, I am.