Thought of the week

It has been almost a topsy-turvy week plagued with endless salient tasks to juggle with. Now it's almost end of the week. Yes TGIF tomorrow!

The week had almost driven me to insanity. I feel myself spilted into multiple replicates, rushing to accomplish missions of equal criticality. There's absolutely no focus in sight and it feels barren at the end of the day.

Is it myself that I have to convince and change or is it that I'm simply useless for such a frenzied environment? I'd like to think that I'm the former.

But.. change is almost apparent. So much so that I don't recognise myself. Maybe I'm still the same stark naked facing the mirror, but it's still fiction afterall. Nothing is real and impermanent anymore.

I have undergone change in a painless way, but the ultimate hurt inflicted after the change lingers. It will continue to linger and will trigger more remembrances at different phases of my life. Hauntingly beautiful, isn't it? I hope I'll come to terms with it soon.