I did two things today: one putting my request out for the world to respond and the other applying my hope and dreams to reality.

Today in particular, I found myself redeeming myself from the less than stellar performance at work. I wasn't happy today about my performance at work. That must have played some role in me doing the two things above.

If wait is the game, I hope that life chooses not to hold out on me.

ooooh exciting!

So I think I found a piece of me: I don't want to fight over but I want to be fought over. Or I think I mean I'd rather have someone fighting over me than having to fight over for someone.

I get this nostalgic feeling of tiredness at the thought of having to fight for something or someone. Or perhaps I'm just discouraged.

Don't know about that yet.

what to be

I'm afraid my passion is just a quotation. I'm afraid I'm just like most people referenced by Oscar Wilde. However, I'm not at all like most people as much as I seek to mold myself to the ordinary standard. The only thing that i share with people is imperfections in decision making, making life choices, choosing the alternatives options to spending time, timing myself for doing things, and thinking things out.

There is no point for this post today except to show how lost I can feel in the sea of opinions of what to be.

Letter to ?

Dear life,
I'm not satisfied. Something is missing and I'd like you to fix it. I will provide you with my service and time but you, in return, must lead me to the right places.

Sincerely,

Veasna

3 I's

I want more out of life
so I think I should give it
something worth of its time.

I simply don't know
what I want to do
with this wild and wonderful life.

I need more presence
the kind that is calming
the one that lets me know where I am.