I have been so lost lately, I just don't know where to turn but this blog. It's a given that loneliness follows when your interests conflict with that of the crowd, but its' kind of hard to avoid that you're human and that you'd rebound to delve into humanly needs. For instance, having the right people for the right kind of conversations.
I also have lately changed my reading habits, I am juggling to three books at a time ( prior to my one book at one time oath), completely blank out when I hold my pen to write, having rice sprinkled with lemon juice on it (don't even bother asking), and all I dream for breakfast, lunch and dinner is chocolate. Is this what they call mid-life crisis? No! It's just a normal next door girls' normal rant. I just called my self normal... I do need a check-up. See what I mean by not doing so well?
I am constantly looking for inspiration, I often dream about my late grandfather and his stories and wish profoundly he'd be here to tell me more. I wish to dream extravagantly again, because day dreaming is all but a dead end these days. The only saving graces of my life are perhaps these books,my blog and studies. Which shouldn't be bad, but adventurous soul seek adventurous terrains. And conquering the same land over again loses its charm eventually.
The maybe-s are killing. I need to step my game up here.