The age of excess

The past few months have been quiet. I was in a self-imposed seclusion. I just didn’t feel like going out. I cancelled plans. A few of which I wish I didn’t (I really didn’t think you’d leave you jerk [ok I get defensive when it’s my fault]). I went directly home when I knew my friends were out waiting on me, and some of them even gave up on asking me to go with them to places. It got that bad. I don’t know why. I just wanted to stay home, watch dvds, retreat into a quiet place.

And yeah, it was bliss. Just spending time thinking, listening, staying still while everyone else was going warp speed. I hardly noticed time pass. Before I knew it, it was a new year, and I virtually disappeared off the face of the earth. (Well probably just a few of my friends’ radars, but still)

 The past couple of weeks, well, things have been different. Under the heading of “Life’s too short”, I have entered the age of excess. Not really thinking of the future (in terms of savings), not even tomorrow (in terms of SLEEP). I’ve resolved to try new things, go and expand my horizons. Not tuck my life away like I’ve been doing.

I may lack sleep, but life? Life i’m getting back.