by now there should be some reoccuring theme about the lack of balance in my life. to the casual observer, my life is but a continous routine of work, intense work and unproductive work. on ocassions i dabble in yoga and squeeze in a forgettable night of intoxication and repeat. i do a little meditation once in a while to remind myself about the 10 year plan and then i flirt with the opposite sex just as much to not forget about that i am apparently still an animal. on some meta level, i feel that my […]

one day i will recollect these days and i will swear at myself for being such a fool. but while i am swearing at myself, i will concurrently smile because i will probably be really content/happy that present moment. even now as i am swearing at myself for not having a life or any disposal income, i am perfectly content to ride this massive wave of super productive routines. i can’t begin to fanthom about how many hours i “work” because work as a concept has been transformed something else entirely. in truth, it is an exerise […]