Someone from Twitter gave this awesome possum link, Humans of New York. When I am running out of inspiration to live by on a daily basis, this is my go-to web.
But seeing all these people living their life oh-so-carefreely, with no restrictions, makes me feel tad bit depressed. Never will I have those courage to do something out of the box and risking my whole life away. Perhaps, I have been brought up in a way that I should always colour inside the line, never exceed the line.
I think I should start something new. Maybe by gardening, I'll be happier. Or I should write more often. Pen down my thoughts daily. I used to do that. Then came this one simple word that destroyed my life. Responsibility. I thought that I should run.
Hilary Duff got that running shoes and what did I do? I bought the same shoes(almost but I think Malaysia might have an improvised version of it), hoping that I will have the same determination to run.
So far, I took my stripey baby out for only a few times in the morning and once in the evening. Running makes me feel fitter but it does not make me feel better. My satisfaction comes from sweeping and mopping, still. The thought of cleaning the dust, hair and cockroaches away can put me to sleep at night, with a smile.
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