Sunday, 7 June 2015

Turning Point



Days came and went. And the truth is I was busy, as always. I wake up on 5 every morning, take a cold shower and running to the hospital. Going home at 3 or 4, oh well… sometimes tomorrow morning, depends. Everyday. It is constant. Fixed. But life continues surprise me in its way. Each day has its own. It brings me forward. Take everything as it comes, never pretending like forever. But the precarious nature of pretending is always a part of a human being. Like everything is going to be forever. In fact, it’s not. Life is moving forward, morph. Changing. Moving on.