some time during the week, this thought came to mind: maybe i am really rather lucky after all.

being surrounded by the best of people in life and at work, largely worry-free (except for the worrywart in me) and doing things i like... I ought to count my blessings. I ought to cherish things better. but it's human, perhaps, to always feel wanting, or a lack of something.

because sometime during the same week, i felt overwhelmed and tempted to lash out complaints and grudges to anyone who would listen. like everyone wants a piece of you which you can't give. Like you feel as if there just isnt enough time in a day for stuff.

I just need to constantly remind myself that i'm truly blessed. i must count my luckystars :)

one of those days

somedays you just feel like cancelling any meetups, avoiding all contact with homosapiens. 

because it's one of those days when facing people, facing truths and untruths are too tiring and too difficult. 

maybe after all, being alone isn't being lonely. 

CHINUP