Thought material possession signifies that i am normal (in econs term) and that in any situation, i will want more of something. Seems like i was wrong.
Been seeking for tangible wants to remind myself that i am just like any other only to realise that what i am seeking dont seem to be tangible. I don't suppose that i am THAT indifferent, but then again, i cant find a good enough explanation for my perceptions.
I've brought a pier to hall yesterday.
The quilt cover reminds me of home, where the heart and the start is.
A place to return.
Seriously, i have no idea just how long more it'll take for me to be independent judging from my dependence on others. What will i do when the source of strength is gone?
Learning to make it out on my own. Standing on my two feet. making my own decisions, choosing my own destiny. Have been doing that since young, just that the older i get, though i am nearing the end, the consequences seem so much more severe.
Plagued by the listlessness syndrome recently, like witnessing the bull's eye fading out.. and it takes all my energy just to stay on track.
For the record, I am not complaining. I don't recall any other moments where i seem to be living life the way i am now, and i still stand by my belief that everything happens for a reason- just that some take a longer time to surface.
and it's so wonderful to have a comfort spot near. seems like nothing is impossible now.
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