Tenacity…

…persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.
Tenacity, persistence, determination, perseverance, tenaciousness.

“Remember, your mind controls your determination. It’s all in the mind.”
Quote Eddie Izzard

Honestly…

…you don’t have to be called Alice to realize how crazy you become when you feel snared, captured and condemned by Mr Time and Miss Circumstance.

Forced as The [poor] Hatter to have tea at six o’clock every day. Never enjoy the biscuits but to daily wish for a different time and for a different place and surrounding.
No wonder one, inexorably, starts to ask inexplicably unexplainable questions and to quote meaningless poetry and illogical verses.

But I guess it could be worse; because I confess to my crime; nobody but myself murdered the time whilst I sang the aria of the second act finale.
At least I know why I ended up at that poorly laid tea table. I’m not a whimsically odd (or was it raving mad) victim as the [dear?] March Hare. I’m my own worst enemy and what I have to do now is to make sure my aria in the third act won’t turn out to be my swan song.

Sometimes, it’s like I’m…

…living my life in television seasons. All the time in anticipation of the story line’s development in season three. Truly believing that eventually things, wishes and events will fall into place.

I want to think that the movie sets I, at the moment, walk around in and the characters I spend time chit-chatting with over lunch every day are only fictional but I also believe I’m real so who’s the joke on?
Honestly, right now I would be happy if we at least only could reach the cliffhanger in season one.

I don’t need a life because I have a badly written fantasy world around me but what I do need is a story arc with a well explained reason for the protagonist a.k.a me.
Send me out to meet my Nemesis. Just don’t fill the absurd with complete nonsense.