This might as well be a transition. I find myself in between what most people would consider two chapters in one's life. Despite the years, I still feel a lot like a kid. I must really be inexperienced or maybe I'm just in denial. Well honestly, I wouldn't like to know which. I also wouldn't like to say that this transition makes me feel like I'm in sort of a limbo but well, it does actually. I've been thinking of rearranging pieces of my life so that it would form an impressive history of this ideal image I have of my future and yes, I plan on making each of my day oh-so CARPE DIEM so that every night when I lay me down to sleep I can always think to myself, "ain't life grand?" but I guess even if I put minimalism as my primary approach in almost everything, life just cannot be as simple. I don't want to expound about the complexities of my life or life in general but yeah, it's tiring to think of it. Introspection and planning ahead are refreshing activities for the mind, but when done too much too obsessively they grow fangs and claws and eat you alive. Most of the time I just find myself resorting to idleness or laziness or thinking that I'm making wise use of time while pondering about "important" matters (like this whole entry) when in fact I'm only procrastinating on doing something relatively more valuable for the sake of humanity--or the humanities as I prefer.

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"I myself am made entirely of flaws stitched together by good intentions."

- A. Burroughs

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"ars longa, vita brevis."

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