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I Escaped the Belly of the Beast to LIVE not to Exist in this World
London was one of those rare cities gifted with enticing jobs, bars, restaurants, a life that could linger briefly in your and make you feel, rightly or wrongly, you were genuinely invited into the mystery of its life. Only to find out later that I’ve been eaten, chewed up and spat out at my own will. I genuinely fell for the city like one falls in love in a short love affair. London was my life.
I naively thought I had created a life for myself when I was working in a corporate world. Until one day everything changed. I was made redundant and my life ended. Little did I know then my life was about start. I started working for myself. I started writing which I had always wanted to do. I even met the love of my life and got married. Life as I knew it vanished what’s left of it is a bitter sweet memory.
Things in hindsight always look more attractive….However, my memories of my life in London don’t. I was out a lot. I would have at least two glasses of red wine or gin and tonic. Next day I’d go to work with a fog in my head. I would make myself the walking dead so my dreams and wishes are silent. It reminds me of a book Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
“The system” tells you when to watch TV, when to work, when to go out and so on it’s not so different when I worked for a corporate…
