I guess with the happenings lately, I have accepted the fact that one would have to just accept what one has in one's plate. Be it good or bad. At this age, I no longer wish to try to make things better. If it seems acceptable, then let it be. I'll just go with the flow and find happiness elsewhere. Even though many a time I thought - how would it be if things had turned out differently.
So, it seems years have been reduced to this, which is fine with me. I have stopped trying and caring. And after some time, I guess the loneliness is welcomed. Embracing it leaves much space for thinking, and reading, and wasting time on rubbish. And nursing insomnia.
What life...?
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