The library is made by its readers and the writers.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
This time of the year we all look back, we try and take our pitfalls with a pinch of salt, and ponder on all the wasted time
I would like to carry on to wherever this journey of life will take me.
I am not worried about meeting deadlines, I am already going as fast as I can, I am worried about not being up to the mark.
I guess this is what they call 'learning on the job'.
At least I am not keeping a countdown anymore.