| Everyone needs something to believe in and someone to believe in them.
I bet there are millions of stories where you wake and realise 'what the fuck am i doing with my life'.
So here's mine -
I woke one morning to the sweet sound of my alarm. Looked over at another sleeping human. Stretched......
and instead of rushing off the bed, i took a breather. Looked around me and stared up at the white washed ceiling.
If you stared long enough, it would appear to you like a huge vortex. An emptiness. And that was what i felt after looking at it for 5 minutes. Emptiness. Was that me? Empty? With nothing to believe in anymore? Perhaps. So i yelled to myself "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?" and that was it. I've yet to find out and do something life altering..
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| I don't know if i can be all you want me to be within a year, within 2, within 3. Growing up takes time. Growing old will eventually be. How long do you want to wait. How long does the horizon stretch. How long is eternity. Pockets empty, hands dry, nothing to have, nothing to hold.
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| Bali was nice. But I'm feeling like a squashed tomato here.
I've migrated
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| Read an article today on choosing the perfect engagement ring. It's actually very informative for the common confused guy. But here I am wondering, what really is the importance of all this. The ring, dare I say, is just an item to show one's wealth/status. The bigger the stone, the richer the guy? It's also a money making industry for retailers.
So here I am thinking, you have two people, who, hopefully, love one another so absolutely. In which case, what's the point of all that hoo-ha for THE ring? A ring, is a ring. Ok, I've shot myself in the foot here. But looking back, I've had my fair share of 'the ring is important' thinking. But now, I'm just happy being with that person. If a ring comes my way, it's just a bonus. Going down to the details of carat or colour etc is just not important anymore. (Ok, it is important...... it just takes a back step)
This reminds me of a friend who just recently married. When we were younger, 6-7years ago, she was so focused on getting the 'Tiffany' of rings. (take my advise, quality sucks big time. tho design is great) Nothing could deter her. It was the ring the ring the ring. But when her big day finally came, I asked her 'so, you got your ring?'. Her reply was, that's not important. I've married the perfect man. (hope she's getting great sex). So there's my point. When you've got that perfect person by your side, the ring doesn't glisten as bright. I know, I know, you'll probably see me wearing a granite stone on my finger very soon.. :S
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| Totally agree
New York Magazine article written by Jerry Saltz:
"Taste has become a cheap high... everyone is so scared of missing out
on the next hot artist that it’s never clear whether people are liking
work because they like it or because other people do." |
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