Another quiet and quaint neighourhood.
We were actually looking around for cats – unfortunately didn’t manage to see any.
Another quiet and quaint neighourhood.
We were actually looking around for cats – unfortunately didn’t manage to see any.
A few incidents involving rude people and people with poor attitudes, specifically those of the younger generation, left me leaving work today feeling really disappointed and downcast.
And the whole “what am I doing this for” cycle starts again.
If we indeed have free will, then why are so many circumstances not within our control?
If time is really ours, then why are we constantly rushing against it, in a bid to outwit that which we cannot grasp?
If this life was really meant for the ultimate goal (open to personal interpretations of respective readers),
Then why are we spending so much time, doing so much that takes us further and further from it?
Was nearby and decided to drop into this quaint, quiet bookstore.
The air was a little stuffy, and the shopkeepers were a little too noisy.
But I was surrounded by books, Kindly the Kindle, and Xue’Er the camera.
Don’t think there’s a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon alone đŸ™‚
A discussion with a friend today led me to memories of him.
The one who tried to run away when I first held him at the shelter.
The one who would eat crouching over the food bowl, and sometimes falling asleep while eating.
The one who enjoyed being massaged to sleep.
The one I talked to everyday.
The one who was a friend.
It’s been almost one and a half years, and I still miss you.