It's a lot easier when you've set your goals and all you gotta do is walk straight ahead. But when the path seems dim, when hope is diminished every minute as depression sets in response to the turn of events; you just get distracted. It becomes harder focusing on what you should have been doing. I gotta admit my past time which has become my addiction has helped me a lot to cope with the stress of my current situation. That for every tears I cried it had given me a break from it and gave me a reason to smile. How could I walk away from it so easily when what I should be taking is a road that makes me sick and what I'll be leaving is an abode of company and happiness? Though the unfamiliar yet exciting territory has been a roller coaster ride of emotions, it's pretty hard right now to miss a single day of this addiction. It has always been a question of where I went wrong to feel this unproductive with my life. Yes the current situation of me and my colleagues had been a harsh blow to us and yet have I just been sitting and waiting for fortune to come knocking at my door? Have I not been exerting enough effort to land an elusive job to busy myself with? These questions keep getting in my head most of the time and yet I can't seem to move my feet for a particular reason called happiness.
