The main question of life is what is our leisure time filled with.
Aristotle
Caution: I am fully here. I’m aware. I’m not complaining!
Photo by: Heiko W. Goßen
Without real shits, life’s frail.
And in the face of these shit storm that I’ve been navigating through, I’m trying to find my snoopy here!
I’m not embarrased. I confront, I’m still trying to figure out what’s my real definition of the calm?
Despite a much awaited office getaway trip.
Despite getting rid off of the work.work.work trap obsession, eventually.
Despite.
I feel more restless, out-of-place; breathless, overwhelmed than i remember. Fuck!
Fuck that I’m painfully fucked.
Trying to find my snoopy.
Somebody with pump and the perspective.
I’m still trying to figure out what’s my definition of rest?
Snoopy!?