yet another day sitting at home, my fourth in a row. i'm quickly getting addicted to this much relaxed way of life. i see the world pass me by and i gawk at it, somehow i've decided i don't really care too much anymore that i don't always need to have something to do, or something to achieve or someplace to go.
i feel the need to take a walk suddenly, to rediscover what i've missed out in the months when i've gotten lost in my schedule. i am struck down by the realisation that my weeks pan out in such different ways from just 3 or 4 years ago. what has become of the cavorting, when things always seemed more exciting and refreshing? the taste of discovery has long disappeared.
i look at those younger than me as they struggle with work and relationships with much nostalgia, recalling those moments which i can readily attest to. and i want to give advice. tell them what to do, tell them what not to do, only because i want to return to those days.
it seems like at 21, no one is really very bubbly anymore, or excited, for that matter. everything seems to have been done and experienced. pity...
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this old cow asks you to tell more people about your blog otherwise i'll be the only one commenting ):
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