The man… work.
August 16, 2010
I do work, of course I do. Doesn’t everybody? But then again, I have always carried this suggestion that I am meant to work. I don’t know how or when it first appeared, but now it just sits there. Sometimes it manifests as a dull sensation, over my right shoulder, almost like a conscience, watching over everything I do. There are times when this sensation grows into an almost unbearable pain. Unsurprisingly this happens when I am working hard.
Over time I have learnt to manage this presence. I find it reacts differently to the various activities I undertake. Sometimes it even becomes a pleasant feeling and shifts elsewhere in my body. Like a warm feeling in my heart or a gentle buzz in my lower back. I find it very relaxing whenever this happens. But the thing is, unlike the times when the sensation becomes unpleasant, I have yet to pinpoint the stimuli which turns it into a positive sensation….
