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         23 days into the fresh year; a cocktail of happenings; and frankly enough, it is a year that has managed to pull a couple of rabbits out of the hat; as young as it is. Never saw that coming. The blandness of conniving thieves and a bunch of miscreants out there always scheming to rob hardworking people of their hard earned toil.  Life's a move though. Each step takes us closer to an achievement. When words are done to bespoke; an analogy of statements done with wit the intricacy of a braid so to say. 
So here goes …
Past situations put in words, but then, being in a dull state of nerves, such as everybody is occasionally predisposed to: insusceptible to delight or pleasurable excitement; one of those temperaments when what is pleasure in most times and to many a person, becomes insipid or indifferent… In this frame of mind, it befell on me to pose the question unto myself, ‘Suppose that all your needs and necessities of life were realized; that all the changes in day-to-day happenings and opinions which you always look  forward to, could be completely effected in an instant: would this be of great joy and happiness to you? Or would it be’ And an irrepressible self-consciousness distinctly answered, ‘No!’
At this my mind resonated with a distant ring of "not yet!": the whole foundation on which my idealism was constructed crumpled. Be it socially, spiritually or even financially,In as much as we try to build a path for ourselves,  there is always something that comes up to try a deter us from achieving it. All happiness, so to say, may have been found in the continual pursuit of this end albeit the challenges. The end at times cease to charm, and quite innumerable occasions, there could never again be any interest in that means.
So, does the end justify the means? In simpler terms is a morally important enough goal achieved using any method, acceptable?

Gerry

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