Everyday feels like Monday Blues. I've been reading Paulo Coelho and hitting up Google to find something that could inspire me again. I have too much things to do and too much things in my mind but I have not completed anything. I wanna rant about all things. But every morning while walking to office, I make sure to pray to God with gratitude. Ironic, but yes. I feel my life is going nowhere. And it's not exaggeration.
As early as today, I could feel Christmas air. I'm ecstatic. But still purposeless. Quarter life goes on and on. I wish it ends soon.
