Fussilade

"Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze."
- A Wild Cheep Chase, Haruki Murakami

Rhythm of those all too familiar footsteps as the wooden floor creaks,
"Put on a brave face, put on a brave face, we've been through this before," He mutters under his breath, persuading no one including himself.

Maybe we shy away from taking a venture, because so much remains unseen, unheard of and...unfamiliar.
Fearing to make an embarrassing blunder, we find that we end up making nothing at all.

Crossing out the dates off the calender, living a well-to-do life, with a well-to-do pay, accompanied by a well-to-do wife and an equally well-to-do house...

Well-to-do, but nothing much, more than that.

I want to live for that much,much more.