24

Maybe one day I'll fall in love with the workaholic lifestyle. The cycle of having no life. Its something thats easy to accept and at the same time quite uncomforting. To look into the crystal ball of fulfillment searching for a golden nugget amd instead find a hazy mist of mundaneness called Mondays.

It begs an endless discourse on self discovery and life's meaning both of which have become quite too tedious for me to engage in. Again I am haunted by my editors words 'then you get to 25 and become depressed. Its not so far away, just less than a year." and here I was thinking I was already making a headstart in quarter life crisis at 24.

The good bit is that I can still create an art form of it with this here me blog.

So I feel I must embark on writing the story so that I can look back at it and enjoy the purity in its events.