Whether you purposely clicked on my blog just now, or whether you fell down a rabbit hole and ended up here, or even if you’re just scrolling around as a means of procrastination or out of sheer boredom…I just want to say thank you. It’s a great feeling to know that whenever I get a … More I’d Just Like To Thank…You!
How did we get here? We’re on a path of gloom Avoiding me, sitting there alone in a dark room I don’t need you to tell me what’s wrong, I can read you like a book All it takes is one glance, I can tell from that look You’re in pain, it’s in your eyes, … More Bittersweet
Sometimes I wonder, whenever I curse myself and lament the annoying tendency that I have to “overthink”, have I actually been overthinking, or have I simply been thinking… Rarely are my thoughts ever obsessive or irrational (well at least they don’t appear to be in my mind!). They don’t really stress me out and there’s … More To Think Or To Overthink, That Is The Question
My mind is not my friend. It tells me to skip my workout today, I’ve been good all week, why over exert myself? It tells me to start applying for jobs tomorrow, there’s no real urgency today. It tells me to cancel plans, I deserve some me-time. It tells me to ignore the sink full … More My Mind Is Not My Friend
There’s a fine line between upholding traditions out of respect and refusing to modernise due to close mindedness. Essentially, I think that most people fall under one of two camps: forward thinkers and backwards thinkers. Backwards thinkers consult the past and rely heavily on what has already happened in order to formulate their future. It … More Life Partner Or Sidekick?
I think life has a way of repeating certain patterns until the penny drops and we finally learn our lesson. You know, the lesson that will break the chain and set us free from a cycle that seems familiar and comfortable, but in reality is suffocating us. However, that moment only comes when we’re truly … More No More Groundhog Day
He’s an older man, most likely in his early seventies. Smartly dressed in a dark grey and white checkered suit, but you can tell that it’s not a special occasion, he always dresses like this. His arms are crossed and resting neatly upon a rounded stomach that moves up and down with each long breath … More The Man On The Train