I stopped writing about my life, as a promise i made to my girlfriend back then. She asked me that it hurt her to see my words pouring out for another girls and that she couldn't come to terms with the way i used to elaborate & express the aura those people created. It was logical, as this blog have became my journal, which is supposed to be kept to myself as an individual like to keep a personal diary. There are bits and pieces of intimate details and in depth affairs i had in past, wow, i should've deleted the blog.
Coming to the present, after years of struggle and fighting destiny, i cracked a government job's exam, Now I'm a CA in the state's electricity board. I had to work odd jobs, and the last one was where i was working as a creative writer (i miss that job). The present is not dull but I'd say slightly meaningless, i don't have anything to fight for, there's no love interest, not a aim, a bullseye. Today i get up, drink my way to the dawn and sleep.
I have to find something or someone i could devour, someone i could read, something i feel passionate for, something that triggers an explosion of creative juices inside me. I'm looking for a fire that burns and entice me at the same point. An old soul suggested, patience is the only weapon left in my armoury but I'll steer clear of that as patience only makes you inactive.
It's time to step up.
Game on bitches.
