WildChild

Strange arst thou vagaries, O contentment! We so look forward for certain things, and whilst they are done successfully; contentment, you breed happiness— albeit, with an admixture of strange emptiness tinged with lingering sadness.

Life is lived a goal a time. Short goals (things you so look forward to do, or things that motivate you to live for the immediate present) enliven the day-to-day proceedings, until the day the goal is achieved. You fall out of love for life going back to be mundane and banal. You need to look forward to another goal that excites you as much and you fall in love with life again.

It is indeed time for me to look fall in love again. Psst.. I am in love with life cos of a very beautiful reason, but need a reason to love professional life.

I shaped up in the last year. Added two inches to my rather envy of a waist. Also added 6 kgs to rather, only noticeable to a weighing machine, unknown places in my body.

Reasons enough to celebrate!

I feel alive again. I feel energy surging through my body. I aint no bored anymore at the place-that-should-not-be-mentioned-on-blog. I seemed to have found motivation, out-of-nowhere, to work hard.

Strange. I should not be feeling this.

Time will tell, considering my not-so-proud record of sustaining energy levels, how long this phase lasts. I usually sustain my energy levels in subtle acts of extreme physical exercise.

Doing small things, however insignificant, can bring immense joy; sometimes. Maybe in it lies the clue to an inert happy state.