I can't think. I refuse to think. I've functioning on autopilot mode.
It seems like despite getting what I wanted, or rather having all options available and having the free will to choose whatever I want, I'm still not happy.
I'm on the book One Day. This is a novel on missed opportunities. I don't want to look back and realised I've missed something.
"You can live your whole life not realising that what you're looking for is right in front of you."
Honestly, I just feel like sitting on a sofa, next to a floor-to-ceiling glass pane. Outside, there's greenery and water and small animals and sunshine is pouring in. Tucked with a book and a cuppa of coffee.
That's life isnt it.