Tuesday, October 15, 2013
A slow burn is better than a fast fuse. It lasts longer. It increases in intensity. And soon, even the merest of touches will set you off. That's the beauty of it. Taking time, not rushing headlong into it.
Life cannot be more different than it was before. Strangely, not much has changed except for what's in the head. Work is work is work. There is honestly nothing much to be said about it, because it is not my grand passion. I will get there. The quest for it will come to fruition.
I feel more settled about most things these days. But me being me, I will wonder about if the merits of it is any merit at all.
Labels: Bittersweet melodies
