can one really go back?

i don't know....perhaps it's just coming back full circle.

after being away from my birthplace for more than half my life, i suddenly find myself back where it all started for me.

leaving this hometown was not really a matter of choice for me. but coming back is. in retrospect, i had always known that i would come back. it was my intention all along to learn whatever i could from such a progressive and prosperous people half a world away so i could pass it along to my poverty-stricken one. but along the way, good intentions become rationalizations. any remaining traces of guilt are slowly covered by a life of comfort. besides there was always enough time to do it later. too much time in fact, for do-overs.

and slowly, you get accustomed to a life spent trapped into the rat race. a vicious cycle of competition to get ahead of everyone--except there is no finish line....

i have been wanting to start a web log or blog for some time now. i guess it was also just waiting for my return home. this way, it feels like i am writing letters to all the parts of myself that i have left scattered all over the world. maybe just a feeble attempt to stay connected...or perhaps an attempt to pass along my point of view, my perspective...maybe this is how an old man rambles in this virtual world....

who cares? who knows?