Frustration is when I launder clothes efficiently but still find clothes all over the place.
Frustration is when plates keep accumulating even though I keep washing them.
Frustration is when the shower cream finishes and I find the bottle empty till I choose to replenish it. Same goes for the other house chores, empty tooth paste tubes, detergents etc etc
Frustration builds when I continue doing three, four to five digits transactions for people who don't really seem to acknowledge nor appreciate it.
I think to myself whether I am going to continually burn myself and disintegrate with these exasperation? How do I reject this vexed, annoyed feeling? Do I shun all the lazy people around me?
If leadership by example should win the case, I should be on cloud nine. Nothing seems to happen as it should. Lackadaisical characters seem to rule the current world.
I sat planning on how I can take flight from this environment. Perhaps when I'm not here people might learn to function. Perhaps, Maybe, Possibly!
People don't stop in amazing me. Their selfish attitude! I need a break!
I could go to Amsterdam, to my friend Tamar's horse farm. I could go to Jaffna, to my beloved people's home. I could go to Coimbatore, to Sadhguru's ashram. Great ideas to execute! Where is the time? How do I shun my commitments and those hopeful people around me? There seem to be no loophole.
When this kind of mood sets in, I resort to books, magazines, pamphlets. Anything as a form of diversion. I noticed a distorted picture of a person. It was not something which you would want to look at for a long time. Normally, usually, definitely I'd always skip scary stuff but his eyes prompted me to read on.
Richard Norris. Armed Forces. Injured in gun accident. Face totally distorted. Face transplant.
Face transplant? How in the world that's possible?
For those who want to know about Richard Norris please read on from, 'THE NEW FACE of RICHARD NORRIS' by Jeanne Marie Laskas. Her article is complete. I don't want to reduce the effect with my own attempt.
What I gained from reading about him is that the world is filled with lots of issues. No one is spared from the many challenges.
I decided I am grateful for what I have. At the same time I am going to make it livable. My life is in my hands.
Those hell givers? I just have to steer clear, far, far, far away from them.
I'm already listing out places that I should and would go.
Life is precious. I'm going to live it well.
Frustration is when plates keep accumulating even though I keep washing them.
Frustration is when the shower cream finishes and I find the bottle empty till I choose to replenish it. Same goes for the other house chores, empty tooth paste tubes, detergents etc etc
Frustration builds when I continue doing three, four to five digits transactions for people who don't really seem to acknowledge nor appreciate it.
I think to myself whether I am going to continually burn myself and disintegrate with these exasperation? How do I reject this vexed, annoyed feeling? Do I shun all the lazy people around me?
If leadership by example should win the case, I should be on cloud nine. Nothing seems to happen as it should. Lackadaisical characters seem to rule the current world.
I sat planning on how I can take flight from this environment. Perhaps when I'm not here people might learn to function. Perhaps, Maybe, Possibly!
People don't stop in amazing me. Their selfish attitude! I need a break!
I could go to Amsterdam, to my friend Tamar's horse farm. I could go to Jaffna, to my beloved people's home. I could go to Coimbatore, to Sadhguru's ashram. Great ideas to execute! Where is the time? How do I shun my commitments and those hopeful people around me? There seem to be no loophole.
When this kind of mood sets in, I resort to books, magazines, pamphlets. Anything as a form of diversion. I noticed a distorted picture of a person. It was not something which you would want to look at for a long time. Normally, usually, definitely I'd always skip scary stuff but his eyes prompted me to read on.
Richard Norris. Armed Forces. Injured in gun accident. Face totally distorted. Face transplant.
Face transplant? How in the world that's possible?
What I gained from reading about him is that the world is filled with lots of issues. No one is spared from the many challenges.
I decided I am grateful for what I have. At the same time I am going to make it livable. My life is in my hands.
Those hell givers? I just have to steer clear, far, far, far away from them.
I'm already listing out places that I should and would go.
Life is precious. I'm going to live it well.
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