THREE WEEKS turn out to be six. By the end of it all, I deem myself lucky to still be employed in my ever replaceable post at that big corporation. Whatever else is next is way beyond me. Besides, I am stuck in a crack, not a valley, between two mountains whereby I have yet to figure out how to get out and who knows what else.
IDLENESS is something I have subconsciously learned to loathe overtime. Whilst I still tend towards living the fast hasty life and doing everything the speedy snappy way, I try hard to inhale every second or so, taking my time in the process. I have pushed myself almost over the edge.
FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE THE ENTIRETY OF MY QUARTER LIFE, I have been set on to set my thoughts out, sort through everything and well organize my life. I've never really gone from point A to point B. Perhaps there is no point. Perhaps I am wasting my time thinking there is a mess to be fixed. Perhaps everything just falls into place in a snow globe manner, after which, you sort out what needs to be sorted out. Perhaps there is such a thing as being overly cautious that most of the time you do miss out on the best bits of life when you try so hard to fix and not miss out on everything. It just doesn't work that way. In other words, time for Plan B.
PSYCH ME MOMENT, here it comes again. I never would have thought, not in my quarter life, that I'd get sick. Whatever was given to me a few months back seemed to dangle on the edge of a cliff. I long to hold on, I seriously do but then I thought I should just let go. Perhaps it's how we can make way for better things. And I seriously wonder if this is all a mind game. I just cannot believe it's time for one again.
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