The Flight of the Rocketman

The mark of age seems inept for brilliance that seems to transcend time. -- DC Corpuz

I throw away the keys to my rocket. It's over. I didn't think it would be over but I've decided to let go of the journey. The Rocket Man no longer seeks out the elusive bliss. He has grown up. Space is not the final frontier, he has discovered. It is ourselves.

Why search for something that continues to remain elusive? Why search for something that continues to free itself of you and then jumps into view every once in a while? Like a wily lover, a player, so to speak, it refuses to commit itself to you yet also refuses to let go of you. I don't play that game. No, not anymore.

I've let go of so many things and the pleasure of the elusive bliss no longer thrills me. I've learned so many things since I've begun and writing here has been influential. It helps me make these moments tangible. It helps me deal and helps me let go.

But I am moving on.

I've decided that there has to be a change. And this is one of them. I'm moving house. I'm no longer the Rocketman. I am no longer seeking out the elusive bliss. Now, I've decided, I'm going to celebrate my life's indulgences. I'm going to enjoy the pleasures of life. I am going to indulge.

And so I start a new journal -- Indulgences. indulgences.blogspot.com is the new home of all my thoughts.

And I will be starting another journal, this one, reviews of the movies, books and music that has touched me and/or has pissed me off in some way or another. It is my way of cataloguing art in all its forms. Here is hoping that I learn how to post pictures in my site. This one is called Watching Things Burn. The link is at the side bar.

Thanks to all the people who have read and those that have commented. Hope to see you on the two new sites.

I say good bye to the rocket. Sweet ol' girl has made me proud. It's time I let it go...