I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I have lots on my mind. I wanted to do new things, but couldn’t figure it out. I’d like to transform my ordinary days into something that would help me forget my worries and stop the anxiety in my veins.
I was staring at the ceiling and trying to change the picture above me. As if I can change the current me. I was thinking why am I here, what have I done in my life and what could I do more to live significantly. I asked myself what happen to the road that I never took? would it be better? could I be happier? Did I choose the right one?
I wanted to sleep again and part of me wishing to be awake when everything is already good.