i write here, like a mail to myself. A point where I have so much words bottled up, but no where to say to. And thoughts in bottles are dangerous things. They take on a life of their own.

Little things make me sad. While little things make me hopeful. And with hope comes disappointment. And more sadness. The middle way suggests a life with no desires. Unfortunately I do not and can not buy this. If life has no desires. Then what exactly does life encompass? It would be like a chocolate coronet without the cream. In other words, an empty shell. But desires are like the thorny crown. The tighter you wear it, the deeper it bites. But alas. Egad!

I desire so much. Such a long road. Such a long road. Then I realize. While I'm looking at the faraway, I have lost my way in the myriad of present. But go on. There is no try. There is no turning back. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.