I realised my writing hand had been in rust and suffering from bloglessness, i decided to take time off from maniac-working for once and indulge in something i love doing.
My convoluted brain is seriously cramped with ideas, strategies, planning, proposals and all those corporate gist.
I am so freaking tired.
Although i like to keep busy and have my integrity stamped on my hard-earned money, i am only just a humble simpleton whose braincells cannot match those of Einstein's and hell, i have the same 24 hours as everyone else and which i wish i have the power to stretch the elasticity of time but yes, i will just keep dreaming.
I have been sighing involuntarily recently and i think my soul is giving me a warning in advance.
This is the when i stop time in its tracks and let the world continue rotating without me while i observe and examine my quiet existence on earth so far. Am i already tired of life? The life which i was graciously given and the life which all of us have the desire to leave a legacy someday, narcisstic or not?
I paused. No, i am not tired of life. I love life. Its simplicity, its depth of emotions, its inspiring momentum. Perhaps its what we have to do in order to sustain this beautiful life which makes me tired.
Times like this, i wish i have the ability to teleport myself to any parts of this world, where i can regenerate my battered soul with genuine people, people whom i can learn from to be content and enjoy the awesome nature which my mind have so often imagined with lacklustre details.
I am so tempting myself again. Sigh.
Time to get back to reality. Bleh.
