Here I am. I was supposed to write this two days ago, but today will do just fine. Living in my jolly head for so long, I get lost in things I didn’t find interesting at all. They still aren’t interesting but they have my attention. Obviously I have a lot on my mind.

I feel writing will help me find a way out, just like old times. Also, the fact that I was supposed to document a lot of things, even though I find myself conflicted most of the times about doing so.

I was standing half naked in front of the mirror the other day, asking him, “How much can one push himself to grow and excel anyway?”

To that he replied, “There wasn’t a limit till you asked that question.”

A rather uneventful series of days it has been really, and often I find myself thinking about this one dialogue delivered by Jack o Connell in a scene which says, “It’s like a horse race, but actually you’re riding on a carousel. Your horse will never overtake the one in front and the horse behind will never catch up. The horse in front is contentment, the horse behind me is death, and there I am. Stuck on a carousel.”