I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time doing useless things. For instance, today I spent one entire hour on my feet walking around because there was nothing else to do. Not that walking was any improvement because I'm pretty sure there's blister on my foot now. Still, I managed to see the Fabric of the Nation, which was interesting.
There was more walking to come later, along streets I was in no mood to traverse alone. Quite possibly a bad decision on my part, I suppose although I was partially mollified by company along the bus trip. Well, that instantly evaporated the moment I contemplated the distance from the bus-stop to the next MRT station. Unfortunately it was too tiring to stomp, otherwise I probably would've, all the way there, because you know, it's so cathartic.
I really wonder sometimes if I waste too much of my time on stupid decisions that I initially think are good but later prove not to pay off as much profit as capital is put in. Worse still, whatever ire I pick up from these ventures I cannot direct at anyone, and I hate to go into that self-blaming spiel because it only ends up in miserable self-pity.
Life, I bite my thumb at thee this day. For I walk lonely roads in quiet desperation; there is no end in sight. I pass many and they join me for but a while; they fall away, their paths run not with mine. I journey on alone and afraid, no one but my shadow to dog my heels.
Last question: Is forgiveness a sign of weakness or kindness? And how do you tell the difference?
:: nimezs @ 11:04 pm [+] ::
