CRAVING FOR PAPER

Lately, I am amazed at how disorganized I have become. Unlike the last two previous years, I started this year at the workplace under a public service department where duty does not command giving any “souveniral” inducements. The public do not get those customized diaries, calendars and the like in a public care facility at the turn of the year. Hence, I started the year without a diary (from the workplace previously) in which I would normally crystallise my thoughts and map my actions.


People do different things to accentuate their priorities. For me, I either write or talk. I have done more of the latter and less of the former and their position have been poorly balanced. I learnt early that being in control of my self lies in identifying my priorities, listing their sequence and sticking to them. This said, now and again I break from agreed sequences in order to free myself from the boredom of monotony.

For whatever reason, my shopping has consistently strayed away from shops where I could get a good diary. I have written less and less lately and it has taken of the balance in my organized self.

Tonight, I crave for a diary. Much has been shared with my significant other but I need to put ink to paper, make my “visions plain on tablets” and live out my conscious life.

THE GAZE (amateur)
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dolphins. My amateur shots last year.