I don't really know what i want to write.. i guess there are innumerable things i could write about.. but nothing comes to mind.
Off late, i have been living one day at a time. No baggage, no distress, no nothing.
Time has lost it's relativity. It isn't relative, its disjoint and disconnected.
I don't mean this in a bad way.
It's just not linear any more. Yesterday could have been 3 days ago and day before could have been yesterday.
All replaceable, all interconnected, but not necessarily chronological.
also i don't really care anymore.
except for myself.
I love myself.. but not enough to be arrogant.. but not less enough to be self loathing.
I was thinking the other day.. or it could have been yesterday.. or sometime..
That i can be blank sometimes.
That i love western classical music.
That i can get lost in work enough for me to ignore the world.
That i am not in love.
That sometimes i want to be.
That money doesn't matter to me as much.
That the world around me is as self obsessed as it seems to be.
That i am okay being me.
And thats what i want to be. Me.
