Uncut wings

I might sound like a 2700/2700 scoring Chinese student waiting for a confirmation from the IVY league but trust me this is my entire life's culmination. For an instance, if I'm stalking you I might shake hands with the devil (NSA, in this case) if need be. Leaving no stones turned, ask me what you were up-to on the 26th of August at 2:03 am when the rest of the world was either asleep, working 9 to 5 just to stay alive, boozing, masturbating, copulating or, as in my case, getting high and I'd precisely tell you that. No, I don't have an ideal photographic memory, I am rather in the analytical side of the brain measurement scale. Then how did I end up remembering such minutiae of your life? Okay, when I said I belonged to the privileged set of analytical brained, what I really meant was I have an aptitude for gossip, or as I would have the lesser mortal believe, a journalist's mind. Yes. Indeed. Ask my mother, she'd tell how I would spend hours watchin...

Among many reasons that make the person that I am, one thing for sure has to be my vision. Both mental and physical.  Before coming to mental vision, let me first briefly describe the physical one. I never needed glasses when I started wearing them. But the fad at the time forced me into it. Little did I know it would become a life long affair. I am a negligent person. I neglected my poor vision. I paid hard. I paid with my life's biggest ambition. Since then, my physical vision is among my top priorities. My physical vision has found clarity. Much needed, I'd say. Now, saying about mental vision, the first thing that strikes me is my lack of it. Best example would be this article itself in which I had envisioned to write about a particular visionary goal about which I have already forgotten. I now  have  not the slightest ideas  even  about the last dregs of it. But now that I try to remember so hard, I get it back. It's like how I have this dream to complet...