Title changed*
Days become months and then years and someone who is as lost as I am only wonders where did all the time go. I often tell my friends who have kids that in front of them is a constant reminder of age. The slow yet steady increase in the antics, behaviour, height, individuality of their child is the constant reminder of their own every day change and growth; which we, who dont have that yardstick, miss out on.
And all of that bleakness of above just cause the last blog entry was more than two months back. Not like what I am writing right now is of any significant or consequence. But still, the quelling of the unheard and unspoken thought train by the eventually recording that happens here does serve its limited purpose - to serve my amnesic memory.
The only bit of consequence that I wanted to record about the past few months is about my vacation in June. It was fun, as it ought to have been. It was not as quite as i would have liked, but it was filled with driving, which i loved. It was stressful, but that stress did not both me as much as the eventual ability to overcome that stress exhilarated me. Bah, it wasnt that a big deal, but then i set really low standards for myself, so I am able to appease myself more readily.
Back to the grind since then, the last month went by in a flurry of barely visible Sundays. Some book reading, some more of the Chines-Korean love dramas, some dreams (i am getting dreams that i remember when i wake up), some conversations, some laughs and some work. All in all, a flurry.
Albeit prosaic.
*for reasons that are too petty to write.
And all of that bleakness of above just cause the last blog entry was more than two months back. Not like what I am writing right now is of any significant or consequence. But still, the quelling of the unheard and unspoken thought train by the eventually recording that happens here does serve its limited purpose - to serve my amnesic memory.
The only bit of consequence that I wanted to record about the past few months is about my vacation in June. It was fun, as it ought to have been. It was not as quite as i would have liked, but it was filled with driving, which i loved. It was stressful, but that stress did not both me as much as the eventual ability to overcome that stress exhilarated me. Bah, it wasnt that a big deal, but then i set really low standards for myself, so I am able to appease myself more readily.
Back to the grind since then, the last month went by in a flurry of barely visible Sundays. Some book reading, some more of the Chines-Korean love dramas, some dreams (i am getting dreams that i remember when i wake up), some conversations, some laughs and some work. All in all, a flurry.
Albeit prosaic.
*for reasons that are too petty to write.
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