Look

Beyond the clouds, there are more clouds. And beyond that, even more clouds.

And beyond that?

Just more clouds.

So, What Is It?

A while back, I was made to introduce myself to a certain bunch of people. I was supposed to answer a few simple, fundamental questions which were as generic as they can be – Where are you from? What about your background? What are your interests?

No sweat, so I thought. I introduced myself accordingly, including details of my birthplace and a little of my personal background with little hesitation. Until I started to think of my interests to talk about.

It was then when I realized I had nothing in mind which I would readily acknowledge as my interest.

Ask any 6-year-old kid and he or she would probably give you an answer spontaneously. But I couldn’t. I stammered on the simplest possible question.

I had putting a bit of thought on that matter for a while now. But even if someone were to ask me the question again now, I still can’t give a straight answer.

Disproportional

From time to time, I come across cases which would make me think how funny things can be. The chances of landing onto a pot of gold can sometimes be inversely proportional to the effort put into finding it.

You can put everything including your heart and soul into something only to find out that you’re on a wild goose chase.

You can make a half-hearted attempt at something so silly that you told yourself that you’d never do it again, only to strike gold.

Forrest Gump was right. Life is like a box of chocolates.

Mine has more Marzipan-flavoured ones than I’d like.

Hum

It’s been a while since the last post. It’s getting more difficult to find time to blog. Well I could, if I want to. But I write slow and I’d be depriving myself of the little time I have left in a day. On rare occasions when I do have spare time, I’d be thinking about quite a few things – but the thought of penning them down doesn’t cross my mind often. I’d very much prefer my innermost thoughts to be where they were meant to be – innermost. Unless I want you to know, or unless you have Sodium Pentathol, you’d have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.

It seems these days that I’m keeping more and more to myself, not that I do that intentionally. I can’t explain it, but the intention to share details is fading. I no longer have the passion to write, not that I had a lot of it before.

Things have changed and things will continue to change. I’m sure I have changed. For better or for worse I wouldn’t know for sure, and will probably not find out so soon. Ironically, the idea of being able to settle down after getting a job is so very wrong. I have more uncertainties, more liabilities right now than ever.

And it is only the beginning. I have asked myself, how hard could it be?

Apparently, quite.

I suppose you shouldn’t expect updates from me anytime soon.
I might even consider retiring from blogging.