Yes. I have a morning interview and meeting to attend to , in a couple of hours time.
High on booze and cigers, It was simply ripe to pen down how I felt over the last few days.
Shaun and I have a big boys talk out at the veranda just now , in Mox.
Work has been vexing. Not that its something extraordinary, but I recently have two overseas stint offer that I will wish to embark - Dubai and Xinjiang. Budding company equates enormous commitment. I cant just shrug off my responsibilities and pack my bag. It , really not like the old days anymore , i presume. We can never be Peter Pan for more than once in a life time.
People who know me in close, must understand the fact that I am estranged with my folks at home. For will or choice , I wouldnt want to dwell on it here. Henceforth , to come upon the passing of an old friend, Darrell, sets me thinking over various issues today.
1. Estranged from my family equates no one to take care of me if any ill health befall moi. Not even a single soul will have the time to rake up my wardrobe for a decent photo for the obituries - if , hypothetically , to speak.
2. What will my friend and my folks remember me by ? Who are the people whom I have make a difference in his or her life ? Or there is none to begin.
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To drink , to smoke , to write. I am already feeling better this minute. I cant wait going for my hoilday next week. I need to give my mind and body a break.