This day that year,
when memories come back, it’s like I could have done this differently, I would
have had a better chance if I started earlier. Why did I not take that course.
And why did I not prepare for the Campus placement. And if I did decide to do
something, why not go all the way? To the bitter end, Like Charles Bukowski
says.
Well, did I give up?
No.
Then am I doing
anything in the right direction? Presently, no.
So what’s the plan?
Wait.
How long? Not very
long.
Anything Specific? No.
So I don’t like what I
do and don’t know what I am going to do about what I like? It’s not exactly
like that.
Life is gray in color. A
Bit dark shaded at that.