When I wake up in the morning, I reach out for my mobile phone. I check the time, check my news feeds, check emails. It's become part of my daily routine.
Somewhere, someone is doing the same thing. Somewhere, cars rumble through city streets. Somewhere, wind rustles through forest trees.
These past few days have seen my mind unfold and become receptive to different emotions and thoughts.
Weeks ago, I was in Taiwan. I did a run. A half marathon. My first half Mary in a few months. Travelling is a beautiful thing.
Work is work. When I was young, I assumed that I'd end up working in an office. There are good days, and bad days. I think that people tend to exaggerate the pains associated with work. On the other hand, work pays the bills, ergo, it can only be fitting to raise a fuss about work-related stress.
When you live in a condo, inconsiderate neighbors can be a pain. Is disposing of garbage really that difficult? Is talking in more hushed tones really too much to ask? People will always be people, I guess.
One of the least appreciated decisions we make every day is what to have for breakfast. Breakfast is the most fulfilling meal of the day. So, you're hungry, and then, you shatter your fast. Boom. Nothing feels better.
With all this talk about about the Coronavirus outbreak, who's to say that you or your loved ones won't be infected next? I'd rather not think about it, but hey, it could happen if you aren't careful.
MC
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