February 2012
January 2012
Unsatisfied
I love reading books. But I don’t think they’ll ever satisfy me. I get so enveloped and can’t wait to finish it. But when I get to the end, I always can’t help but feel the slightest tinge of disappointment. Not necessarily because the ending was disappointing, but the fact that it ended. I will never feel satisfied. Regardless of how great an ending of a book is. Once it...
“You know my name, not my story. You’ve heard what I’ve done, not...”
What's the sense?
I have a tendency to worry about time. Now more than ever lately. I have lived for 2 decades, 1/5 of a century. Even only as a person who hasn’t even hit the legal drinking age, I feel like the time allotted in life is so minuscule. There never seems to be enough time to do things you need to do or want to do. The concept of time is so limiting and at this age, where everything seems to...
