Sunday, October 26, 2008
I am at ease with myself.
I bear no grudges.
I live in peace.
Confined to my house recently due to my recent bout of illness. So weekends were uneventful I guess. Just read and read. I feel like a failure, I have read so much throughout my entire life, but I have yet to determine the true purpose of reading. Do I read to broaden my sphere of knowledge? To seek solace? Or to escape?
life can be a burden, but dun ever give up