Sometimes we prepare ourselves for the worst that bound to happen... yet when it really happens, we find ourselves sucked into it... so fast so tt our schedules are all upsetted. Steeling ourselves against all the harsh surroundings, we tot we would survived.. cos we had ample preparation. Yet... suddenly the world comes crashing,and we find ourselves w nothing. Emptiness.
Someone once told me tt its nt emptiness.. its Full. Cos its nt as if the subject disappears from the face of the earth. Bt does it really matter? The routine is no longer there.. what we shd do first thing when we wake, what we shd do when dinner is served etc.. the brain no longer works. Alth its the mundane things tt happen, sometimes, when we got hurt too much, we could no longer focus.
I, for once, overslept, whether subconsciously or not, and missed my guitar lessons which i so dearly paid for myself.
