Was promptly by a conversation that took place in office last week to look through what I use to write about back during school days. Reading through those old entries, it appeared I really did have much more time and effort articulating my thoughts into words. Or it could be the increasing dullness of my mundane life. Nothing I write these days seem worthy of a second read.
To plainly blame it on age is unfair, as I see friends taking on their lives with extra zest and vigour. Making positive life-changing (minor or major) decisions, and enjoying the journey. My journey however appears to be plateauing off at a very average level. I need to strive for my peak, even if it may be short-lived.
I'm a been-there-done-that person, I'll live with it.
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