I've been going about many things, to a point where it has already become a habit. Sometimes you just feel weird or empty when you act silly for a day. I don't know where is this coming from but all im seeing now is the half setting sun. The now rising tides, the disappearing moon and those bugs that cricks at night. As time goes by, so slowly, and time can do so much. What is it that all life seeks to pursue, what are those things in which we dream of, the type of virtual reality that empowers our drives, calms our fear and feeds us energy? Those mishap never seem to end, yet its because of those mishaps i've learnt never to give up. Had my mini olympics in the store today, "panting" as i struggled to get all that polos back in their places.
Somehow i feel, persistency is the thing im missing....
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