life’s a bitch then you die is not the same as you dying from life being a bitch. but i’m not whining on this one.
i’m actually quite burntout.work’s satisfying, somewhat. but i’m in the company of good people. so thats enough to keep a crescent curve on my lips, facing up. *pats own back
3 Flow is discouraged and may be seeing it’s end days. what happens after, depends on the rest of the boys. something, i’m sure. if there’s anything we learnt through these 2-3 years, is that nothing really disappears. it just changes forms, be it passion, interest, career, life….there is no real ‘death’ or ‘end’. i believe in the universe and i’d like to think, still holds to a tight rope of faith. and though i dont believe in an actual human-like-looking god, or pearly gates or angels with wings looking at us, i do believe in the existence of eternal bliss, a forever, a state of heaven, rather than a physical haven we sing in glee. i should write a book…at least before i move on to bigger or smaller things. my point of view of everything in me and not.
life’s been good. i’m less confused, a lil more focus and a lil more family home oriented. was thinking of getting me folks a car sometime in the next year or two. i really should…return something back you know?….i think i’m growing up.
but i think i’ll be a Pan even when i’m 60 and watching the world poison itself further. and leave to never never land when i do fade off and leave this lil world.
but as for now….i’m hungry as fook and i need dinner. someone wanna cook fr me? holla. please….
