End of the world, anyone?
Words, they mean so much; they mean so little; they mean nothing; they mean everything.
It was just bantering but something made me realize how lucky I am to be surrounded by great bloggers who spend time in creating contents online and influence people through these creations. Perhaps this journal can be a banter, too.
When mentally drained or exhausted, it’s arguably unsafe to write a blog and rant about how unsafe it is.
Most of the people in my age group are trying to figure out whether it’s the right time to travel or is it time to settle down. I, on the other hand, ask myself whether it’s the right time to decide my fate.
A subjective perspective of interaction and intimation with the people around you differentiates a friend from a client. The former being much beneficial.