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I have been uninspired to write for the past few months. I feel the need to read more so as to freshen up my rusty linguistic prowess (it was never good to begin) but it is difficult to find the time to be honest. Because whatever free time I whole-heartedly devote it to slumberland as with now, but not before my little ramble before I sleep.
This transition has made me think of the future even more as I dwell in old memories. It seems like I do that quite often. There are certain moments I wish I could re-create but it seems that more I want it the more it gets complicated. It is an interconnected web of things to consider and given that I am always unlucky with decision-making, it has never been straight forward. Nothing goes as planned and in my life I can safely say the unexpected always happens. Life.
Good night.
This transition has made me think of the future even more as I dwell in old memories. It seems like I do that quite often. There are certain moments I wish I could re-create but it seems that more I want it the more it gets complicated. It is an interconnected web of things to consider and given that I am always unlucky with decision-making, it has never been straight forward. Nothing goes as planned and in my life I can safely say the unexpected always happens. Life.
Good night.