Summation of a void space

If the previous posts as of late, gave you an impression that I am inebriated, here's my refutation. I am not. In any case, it has been a long time since I last wrote a properly long entry which amounts substantially in word count. The reason is both logistical and mental. Time has been tight and my mind has not been conditioned enough to draft out what seems proper to be published. Many a times I log in just to navigate away from an erstwhile blank page. Call it writer's block if you like but personally I would beg to differ.

It has been nearly a month since I marked my 21st year of existence in this world that I know of and the momentary consciousness has not been akin to that of a new awakening as I have learnt from others. No zenith, no blip, no spontaneous sprouting of exceptional wisdom as much as I would be glad to accept. Routine is the word. Perhaps the value lies in the subjective eyes of the individual and I have devalued the meaning of it all by taking a nonchalant stance. But why otherwise? I see no impetus whatsoever. In the humblest of words, maybe, perhaps, it could be that this mental age barrier has already been breached sometime back. Thus, the hollow ringing despite the pompous mood. No doubt reassuring at the very least, I give my regards.