Thanks to my writer friend, I am seeing some sense in life. I feel. Well, I don't know.
I want to sketch and paint again. I rarely got this feel earlier. I don't know what has changed, but yeah, you get it.
I want to read more books. I want to spend days, completely unaware of what day it is. Just lazily sleeping and reading.
I want to travel. To some place. Probably with a river flowing. And just sit there silently. I want to see the night sky in an open place. And just gaze at the stars. I want to think what I want to. Some day, with all the calmness. Without any reminders from the pending work or the infinite un-updated things to do lists.
I want to train hard.. AND just feel great about it!
Am I being stupid? Will I regret in my future?
I want to sketch and paint again. I rarely got this feel earlier. I don't know what has changed, but yeah, you get it.
I want to read more books. I want to spend days, completely unaware of what day it is. Just lazily sleeping and reading.
I want to travel. To some place. Probably with a river flowing. And just sit there silently. I want to see the night sky in an open place. And just gaze at the stars. I want to think what I want to. Some day, with all the calmness. Without any reminders from the pending work or the infinite un-updated things to do lists.
I want to train hard.. AND just feel great about it!
Am I being stupid? Will I regret in my future?
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