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I'm sick; I'm very tired, but life goes on. Petty quarrels, money issues, chores, meaningless work, lies to live and tell...sometimes I really just want to detach myself and live a hermit's life, an artist's life, where I ignore all the wearisome baggage of life.I'm still searching for 'me', or my 'self'. There are times when I find myself being antisocial, but at the end of the day, I think I love people and they are nice in general. Sometimes, I feel so overwhelmed that I give up the fight even before the challenge even begins.
I need to remind myself that I am still young, that I am still capable of good or even great work.
Everything is passing, as dew, as smoke, as ashes...
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