I was reading what someone wrote the last few days. It was depressing to me. Not that what they wrote was anything bad. If anything it was uplifting. But part of me felt like I was a failure at my life after reading it. That why I should bother to write at all.
It wasn’t a good weekend for me. At least at night it was not very good. Had my lucid dreams about my past. But it was Sunday night after I woke up from the dream that it really hit me hard. When the key was revealed was to me. Continue reading “The Key”
She sat back in the chair after posting the artwork and exercise for the day on the blog. The exercise was something to be proud about. Lost almost another kilogram and pushed herself more today in the walking. Although paid for it later when spending the evening crashed on the chair. What to write about now?
I was thinking about a bad decision I made a long time ago. A bad decision that lead to more bad decisions that eventually lead to a very bad result. At the time it seem like a good decision. It was better than the other choice at the time. But looking back at it, the other choice would have been better. But then again neither choice would have made a difference because both choices would have lead to the same thing just in a different way.