| Wednesday |
| times like these i hate |
i wish i could update this blog of mine more often, but i am so buggered from clinics each day to the point where pushing the shift key for capital letters is in itself an effortful process.
i am not going to complain. no, i'm not. not because i can't complain, but because i am too tired to complain. was i just complaining?
my mind is laden with thoughts of possibilities, thoughts of 'what ifs', thoughts of past, present and future. we fear what we do not know, yet we are excited by spontaneity. why fear when you can choose to thrive in the unknown and let excitment overrule that fear? but keep in mind that excitment often ends prematurely and fear reigns. what do you choose - to thrive in a short lasting moment of excitment or to live a life fearful of the unknown?
i will be returning, with more sense, as soon as my assignments are out of the way. i promise. |
posted by sciurine @ 11:25 PM   |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| ABOUT |
Thoughts, ...flowing slowly and gracefully, ...awakening the senses, ...keeping you up in the night, I sometimes wonder why people write. To express? To reflect? To be heard? I write, to free myself from a world of thoughts.
|
| BLOGGERS |
|
|
| LINKS |
|
|
| ARCHIVES |
|
|
Powered by |
 |
|