At 43, life must continue to become normal and natural. Going to 44, it does seem to become more routinary. Books, the Net, films, good shows, they are just about the things that pre-occupy this busy man with a busy mind. Sometimes, it pays not to think at all. Because it gets tiring. But when the mind become idle, the thoughts become rotten. An exercise would be to write down the thoughts to make it work.
Middle-age life seems frightening to many. But not me. Why be scared to move on and collide head-on with the challenges that face a middle-aged single man? I am a forlorn creature, full of dreams, short on ideas, content with simple pleasures. Why make it difficult? Living is already a difficult task. Why be hard on oneself? Living everyday is already a task by itself. Tiring. Boring. Exciting. Blissful. But life is wonderful.
One has to move on. Create a scenery. Believe. Love. Cry. Frustrate. Anger. Angst?
Join me in my travails as I pursue the paradox that we call life. In a nutshell. Amidst a song. In the body of masterpiece.
I am rotogold. the golden year is yet to come. Welcome me into your perceptions. Follow my goals. Weep with me in my trials. Savor me in my happiness.
Middle-age life seems frightening to many. But not me. Why be scared to move on and collide head-on with the challenges that face a middle-aged single man? I am a forlorn creature, full of dreams, short on ideas, content with simple pleasures. Why make it difficult? Living is already a difficult task. Why be hard on oneself? Living everyday is already a task by itself. Tiring. Boring. Exciting. Blissful. But life is wonderful.
One has to move on. Create a scenery. Believe. Love. Cry. Frustrate. Anger. Angst?
Join me in my travails as I pursue the paradox that we call life. In a nutshell. Amidst a song. In the body of masterpiece.
I am rotogold. the golden year is yet to come. Welcome me into your perceptions. Follow my goals. Weep with me in my trials. Savor me in my happiness.
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