I smiled the perfect smile to go along with my perfect life, but on the inside, I was dying. Life just wasn’t what I envisioned it to be, despite having all that I had ever envisioned. I was drifting and I knew it…
I’m naturally hard on myself. I think most of us are. That’s how we push ourselves to excel… isn’t it?
The sun was sparkling through my window. The warm aroma of coffee floated up through the air. I sat up, stretching my arms towards the sky. I climbed out of bed, very cautiously… and today, I landed on my feet.
I am surrounded by chaos. My world spinning so fast that I can hardly breathe, let alone keep my balance. Constant distractions, interruptions. Crisis…. Yet, I am calm.
I don’t want to get lost in the crowd… or anywhere else….
Is it possible to have a mid life crisis at 30? Maybe, I’m just going crazy. That seems much more plausible. I don’t even think I’d mind the little white jacket anymore, not really. Well, I’d mind it today. It… Read More ›
I search for the perfect topic to write about, like a dehydrated man lost in the desert searching for water. In the horizon I see mirages of the perfect topic. I run to them. I jump in, splashing wildly, absorbing the refreshing feeling…. Only to find myself swimming in sand.
Year after year I make the same list of New Year’s resolutions. Year after year I fall into the 92% that doesn’t achieve their New Year’s resolutions, and I have no plans of stopping any time soon. Why? Because I know the loophole in New Year’s resolution statistics….