Seems to kill every interesting factor that a person might have.
Have I somehow already lost myself in it? It’s kinda scary to think of, or rather a sudden realization might just awaken the inner me.
Stress with work in the weekdays. Stress with household chores in the weekend.
When is the last time I stopped and do something for me, myself and I? When is the last time that I did something that really interest myself?
When is the last time I laughed wholeheartedly without constrains..
Perhaps a holiday is in need.. A holiday alone? To anywhere.. To Nowhere…
With everywhere being so chaotic and natural disasters happening anytime anywhere… Where is a good place to go..
So many things yet to try and do… Feeling so little has been done so far really frustrates me.
I’m a free soul… I love to wander.. But now it just seems like being locked in a cage and all is lost.
Someone once told me that we only live once.. We should not stop moving forward… I’m beginning to feel it now…