easy to pack up and go?

So I haven’t done much work unfortunately, or fortunately (what am I thinking!) due to the classic sports on tv.

Having witnessed history in the making as the master of tennis yet again wins his 8th grand slam, and Italy go one below Brazil in winning the World Cup against a France without Zizzi Zizzou…As I imagine the feelings that overpower him as he sits alone in the changing room, head in between his knees and his hands holding his bald head, which would have, for that matter, much rather be holding the shining golden “bald” head of the World Cup trophy…200 million people watched him head but a man in the chest. What would have been branded as assault on the streets, was awarded a red card and shocked gasps by the spectators…

It could my exams into perspective. I am far behind, and losing sight of the finish line. To say that there is a fnish line is but a lie, as all I have to look forward to after this is yet another 6 gruelling months of auditing. Life doesn’t get better? Would I prefer to be doing these exams than be in Zidane’s shoes at THIS precise moment of time? That’s a tough one! Idol turned devil…the pressure for him to succeed at the top level and the hopes of many on his Algerian shoulders…or the pressure of family’s, friends and now works expectations on me to succeed. I have overcome quite a few of these battles by just plodding by, and although I can see myself being up for what is going to be another hour learning what a defined pension contribution plan is, my mind wonders of to many other pastures…

To pick up my guitar and play another song, that inevitably turns into a little 3 chord medley that you could imagine gets the crowed buzzing for a few minutes and silent in anticipation, but then I pluck the wrong string and I go from a minor to a poor flat! Yet again failing…
To be a writer? Don’t start…you look at the greats…they study hard at what they do, there’s no way I can jam my way through some kind of journalistic profession. I cant seem to even write consistently…

To be on my travels again? Where would I go? Santiago? The name sounds nice, yeah just for the name. To travel nervously from one dodgy cab to get ripped of my a bearded old man for a pair of rusty sunglasses. Just by myself, listening to some lonely trumpet and drums echo in the background through my headphones…the pottery self made necklace that I wear for good luck hanging on for dear life as the open top farm style vehicle converted bus carries us through dirt roads to the nearest village for a light break. I have a few sunflower seeds and drown myself in water to quench the dying thirst brought on by the heavy humidity. I have no idea what Santiago will be like…or Sao Paolo…but I would like to go there…

Right now, im typing with my books everywhere…shall I carry on reading a bit more…I guess I should. Writing is so much better. More freestyle, more spin spin suger! Dive into my yellow paper…relax on my bed, think that im actually opening doors with every word…

Im just doing this for the money
And im just doing the money for the travel
And il wait … but not long

There are things going on in the world far more important, and I lie awake in my bed worried that I cant remember the reason im doing what im doing… What would my marks be out of 25 for this piece of writing? IS there a beginning, and well thought out concise and precise points? Have I lost the plot. Have i built my own moat and castle, hiding away on my own island?

A man lies in bed, probably silent and deep in thought, and no idea what is in store for him the next day. The thoughts of millions all on him, the energy sapping away and hes becomes more dejected...

if no man is an island, then tell that to Zidane?