“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.”
|—||Haruki Murakami,Kafka on the Shore|
It’s August already! Time flies too soon.
I’ve been sick the past week including the weekends. This migraine is so making me feel so drenched. And I’m starting to feel I’m drifting away again. I’m missing tons of school works, presentations and feasibility study. It’s been raining so hard and I really feel so sick. Last Sunday night I thought I’d be rushed to the hospital because I felt like my brain is cracking me up. I felt a numbing pain on my leg and arms. I couldn’t move and my heart and temple is pulsating.
How am I supposed to do everything in just a snap of a finger?