I have been struggling to find something to write for the past few days. Really hard. And I realized that I am not writing this for the comments, nor for the popularity.
I am writing this for me. And for you. Maybe we'll learn something out of this.
I am scared.
I don't want life to pass me by...I don't want to wake up one day and realize that there are more wrinkles round my eyes, that my hair is more grey than anything.
I am too scared to wake up and realize that I don't know who I am...that I turned out to be someone else, not the person I had intended to be.
Does anyone else ever feel that way? Is it just me? am I too old for this?
I wanted you to know that I also write here along with five beautiful ladies.
I am also scared I have lost my words. I never want to lose my words.
There are certain questions in my head that I would rather leave unanswered, because the possibility of an answer I don't like kills me.
I am not depressed, just confused.
Any signs of Spring where you live? Blog about it! Please?