It’s been a while since i’ve had some time to knock some sense in to me and actually have some time to really sit down and think things straight…
Things have been too laxed… Way too laxed.
Yes, a typical routine that I have been doing for the past some-odd year. A clever concoction of calls, fatigue, falling asleep and waking up in the strangest places, ripped off dvd’s, medium-rare steak, cigarettes, and alcohol… Yes, a redundancy of action you would probably witness in my previous posts. Hell, what is new? Come to think of it, these blog farts are probably just an excuse to exercise and practice my shabby writing… Alot of you already know how dumb my 9 to 5 can make a person.
My rest day bursted the bubble. It kind of scared me. The thought of feeling restless and anxious. The urge to want to work. A tingling sensation inside me that refused my body to relax and enjoy my rest. Is this what we were built for? A mechanism to just be born, educated, live, work, work some more, then finally, retire and die?… A conclusion to our sole purpose in life… This, i wish to dissipate conformity to…
Something i’ve seen too many times.
It’s a pleasuring thought that we could live totally extra-ordinarily… But when will the most of all get up and have the balls to do it?… Not a question for me to answer. I’m not even a fragment there…
But from then on, “winner, winner… Chicken dinner!”
wash your mouth out with soap…