There lies on my desk a bright red note book. The first page of the ruled book reads “contents are very private and not available for you to sneak”. Named as “happenings and possibilities”, I fashioned a hard copy of my journal today. Made my New Year resolutions in March :(, Reflected on the good tidings and penned down my aspirations for the year 2009.
Two months has gone by, and so little has been achieved. Every breath of air that fills my gut every second, feels like a gift and kind of sense that I’m expected to optimize much more from each bestowed day. Why do I suddenly feel that 24hrs is just too little a time available for us to call it a day? :)
