I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Partly from work and the induced feeling of being adrift and lost in the chaos of what we know is as life. I would imagine ten years from now, I would still be here and everyone I know will be gone with the life. I don’t change much; it’s just my surrounding that tend to changing. This gives me a lot of emptiness within and does nothing for me nor does it give me an edge over anything I hold dear. I can’t help but feel dramatic and not synced with my surroundings. I think I’m losing it. Losing what; I don’t really know.

“Inch by inch, life is a cinch. Yard by yard, life is hard”- Mac Anderson . I don’t envy change and I welcome the dynamics of variety. I have a lot of tasks undone and need tending to. A plethora of chores stacked ceiling high and looking up skyward high wondering why and how will they all be undone. So I randomly pick something logically sufficient to do and make done and move on to the next. I don’t want to spread out and dabble here and there and never get anything done. That’s my flaw; I think I have ten heads, arms, and legs- ready to conquer and multi-task but I fail inevitably. As a result, I’m slowing down with a flat and moving inch by inch. Hopefully life will be a cinch.