The rain is at it again. For three straight days in a row, it has been raining steadily in the metropolis. The gloomy weather is exacerbating my equally gloomy, if not gloomier, disposition. The clear evidence of which is that, I have stopped reading books for almost a month now. The books are piling up, but I seem to have lost the passion to pick them up. I would normally read two books at at a time, but for the longest time now, I don't have the energy to read. Something is amiss.
I hope the sun comes back this week. I need that 'sun-shiny' feeling again.
I hate the phrase "work in the progress" but I guess that is the real state of my current life. In the truest sense of the word, I am still struggling to achieve the perfect idea of me inside my head. In a parallel universe, I know that that ideal self already exists. However, in reality I am light years away from that state of ideal existence. So in the meantime I trudge on, I settle for words that doesn't quite capture what is really in my soul and in my heart, for the lack of craft. But I will go on, persevere in the hope that one day that magical moment will come--when my parallel universe becomes my present one.