Singular focus

When you focus so strongly on a goal, you lose sigh of everything else. Similarly when you focus completely on other people, you lose sight of yourself. I guess that's what this year has done to me...I've been so focussed on getting to this goal I set which will benefit people I care about that nothing else has mattered. 

I can slowly see the finish line approaching....it's still faded but the slight glimmer of hope may be enough to get me over it

Restricted

They call this restricted living....this is not living! We did not evolve for centuries to live like this and feel like this is normal. I am frustrated immensely by those who act like this is perfectly fine and that they are infact enjoying life more than ever before. Perhaps that is a facade to try and hide their own fears. Or perhaps the onset of some delusion!

We have all willingly and happily given away freedoms that took centuries to gain....without any clarity of whether we will get them back and that is a scary thought. Freedoms that were cherished and precious till a few months ago are now happily scrapped for "the greater good". Everyone seems to be okay with this for now and resigned to relying on handouts for the forseeable future. Have we thought what happens if even half the jobs lost over the last few months cannot be brought back? The economic horror of that will far exceed anything we saw back in 1929.

Maybe I am thinking too much! Maybe it's the fact that I do not like to be told what to do. I still find my escapes, as small as they may be but they still provide a breath of fresh air.

Faces from the past

Recently I've had a lot of memories come rushing back of a very old friend. For no reason at all, the memories of this friend have flooded my mind and I can't seem to explain it. I've been trying to find the trigger for these but it seems to me to be absolutely disconnected from anything else.

It's been 14 years since I last spoke to this friend, a long long time ago....almost seems like a different lifetime now. I wish it were as simple as picking up the phone or sending a message but the last time I saw him was at his funeral. I don't know if I would say we were very close but we definitely were good friends. And now, after all this time, I have these thoughts and memories of him rushing back into my head. I don't know if there's a reason; I don't know if there's a trigger. But what I do know is, he was a good friend, a good person and he had a bright future ahead of him.

New city, same routine

New city this year but the routine does not change. I've moved quite a lot in life and I think I've become used to the nomadic lifestyle. But perhaps it's getting to a stage where I want this lifestyle to end now. I still love to travel but I feel like I need to settle