December is a time for endless invitations to parties, dinners, weddings, dates, and other stuff that do not fall into the aforementioned. It seems that each and every one plays Santa in various ways during December - gift-giving and feeding programs galore everywhere I go. While I enjoy myself and welcome almost all invites I get...
it's all too familiar.
Not that I'm complaining. Maybe it's come to a point in my life where I question stuff a lot. At the end of the day, at the end of each event I've been to, I ask myself: was it worth my time? Did I have fun in the most meaningful way?
These are the questions I try to answer as I lie awake in bed, waiting for sleep to come when it doesn't come instantly. My weary body begs me to ask these questions because the youth I've known and grown to love is slipping from me day by day. The exhaustion catches up in these forms: of more and more lines on my face, a need to religiously moisturize each and every part of my body, constantly waking up to the question where the hell have I lugged my body that it's aching this bad?, the extra hoarseness in my voice, and the always tired self (All these mean I need to get back to my exercise routine, and quick!)
And then there's the endless search for peace from within. Sometimes, I get lucky - getting to a place where everything feels like it's settled in all the right places and at the right times. But then, it's human nature to crave change. An internal struggle bubbles up, almost out of nowhere, from within and then the soul is restless again.
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