Neither the time nor the place.

So far it's been a tough and dry holidays so far except of course for little fun times with the family, friends and lovergirl.

Three weeks gone by but neither work nor play has been fulfilled. Fyp is on a slow, real slow again, leaves me in a daze to wonder what do people around and I, do really want. Most times we share so many things in common, that same shape and that same commonly goals; to pass, to score, to make it well in life but as we pave our pavements, we tend to slip, slip from the needs and wants of achieving those darn goals.

The attempt to place hope and believe in a simple phase I came across in one of my close church friend's post, " Everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay it's not the end." However, it struck me, how much I place more hope in the second part of that phase, "If it's not okay it's not the end." A lot of things and matters are not excatly okay for me, is it not the end? But there were many times before that I was all okay, couldn't life just leave it as that? I know, that there is so much more than to being just "okay." Sad though when finally achieving, everything's okay, it ends. So my hopes pressures that if it's not okay it's not the end, because many parts of me prefers perfection, my thoughts and actions towards myself and still to others, even; I want to. Some other parts of me urges myself to be okay simply or whatever others may want to call it, I want it to end.