Lately, coffee shop talks with friends have been somewhat 'depressing'. Seems to me that different ones have been disappointed/jaded/unmotivated and yet, we cannot pinpoint what the cause of it is. When i look at the date of my last blogpost, it made me realize that several weeks have passed me by and i have no recollection of what i've done.
Whatever happened to those times when we're able to look back and laugh at memories/moments? Have we allowed ourselves to merely exist... going through the same routine day in, day out? Have we lost all zeal for life? Did we 'deliberately' put ourselves in this rut, then claim we are victims of circumstances?
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