It only hurts when I laugh.

25 years of existence.

Unlimited dreams.

Limited efforts.

Half contented life.

My Utopia is always just an arm length away.

Every time I laugh in abandon it hurts, aware that I need to working instead of letting go.

adieu

I am sitting at my office desk, probably writing my last blog from this place which gave me so much room to learn and explore. Yet I want to let go, to reach higher ground. I feel selfish and ego-centric.

My inner-voice tells me I am not an altruist, I cannot work selling my soul; doing something which maybe is my forte but is not my passion.

I feel all alone. But I live in hope.