Time really seems to fly by these days. I dread the ticking of each passing second. The big 3-O is beckoning and I’m not quite ready for it. There are still issues I need to address before I turn thirty. My friends feel that I’m thinking too far ahead. I am grateful for my friends – the friends who stood by me when everything seemed bleak. Adrian (a wise sage of a friend) once said, “You can’t choose your family but you sure as hell can choose your friends.†So it appears to me that I’ve at least made some right choices in life. Having said this, I’m also blessed with wonderful parents and siblings. They knock some sense into me whenever the need arises. Which is just as well as my thoughts have the tendency to wander. In the not-too-distant past, I used to document some of these thoughts on a blog. I never could pen my thoughts on a diary (or any piece of paper for that matter) because I’ve got terrible handwriting. How I hate my handwriting. It’s profanely ugly and messy. Just like the state of my room right now. I’m not exactly an organised individual. Being organised takes too much effort. But I do attempt to rid myself of my bad habits. I’m flawed and have made plenty of wrong choices along the way. At this point in time, I’m just trying to get things right the first time round and live my life right. Then die :)
