The present has always been the neglected part of my life. Most of the time I am occupied by plans and dreams or at most, I am dwelling on emotions for poems and short stories that I like to share.
Life experiences, weighing premises, balancing positions and as said earlier emotions or the way I feel this life on each of scenarios I so face, has been the source of my many index, synopsis and patterns for my writings.
Upon finding out that the present was neglected because my intent in every second of it is misplaced I asked myself. "What am I to do?"
Reality is a lonely world, more so, chaotic for that matter.
Learning must I, to feel the present and live within it. Sad! Indeed Sad!
