Sometimes I hope...
"It’s the seeming impossibility of it all that makes it even prettier, makes people want it all the more. Seeing others “hustle” and work 25 hours a day, where do they find that drive? I wonder if they feel happy." I grab a cup of coffee, look out my window as the sunlight peeps through it. I decide to take a break from the work I was procrastinating on and go sit outside to bathe myself under the winter sun. It’s a rare occasion, a sunny day, especially when you live in a place where winter is not beautiful, it’s just bitterly cold and the skies are painted with apocalyptic hues of blue and grey. As I begin to feel the warmth of the sun on my face and sip on my hot cappuccino, I let myself wander away with the thoughts, questions I usually keep running in the back of my mind… “We are in 2020, no, 2021, NO, 2022! Yeah, surprise surprise, you’re in the third year of this dreadful decade, the “pandemic era”. Your life seems to have come to a halt, but time hasn’t. How? I am sti...