Festivities...

First there is Christmas

I think more people kill themselves at Christmas time. It’s something to do with fluctuating end of year profit margins and the ironic loneliness of high density living in a culture of strangers and social affectation. The rising costs of expectations and the presents within...

Like how Thierry de la Villehuchet had committed suicide amidst the Madoff scam, like how phone calls to lifelines sky rocketed around this period and anti depressions are a hit among stores this season.

Christmas is not as joyous as we see it to be...

Then comes the New Year

In the midst of creating new resolutions we dissolve our previous ones in procrastination. We decided to achieve this on the first of January, but it was never done by the 31 of December. We write the right things but done the others, we inject our sense of optimism in, even though hard facts tell us another.

Year after year, we rinse and repeat, in hopes of realising our beatific resolutions. And year after year, we fail spectacularly once and again, and again... And again...

In this new year shuffle of numeric distortions, I’ve decided to stop resolution-ing and just live my life as it takes. Just like how she came as a surprise into my loveless void. I’ve decided to use the “one step at a time” approach this year round...

I’ve decided to just live and let love...