My mind is in complete chaos now. I must have been crazy to magnet of all the possible responsibilities my circumstances have to offer. I mean I can just sit here and wait for my corporate progress but instead I fight, I struggle. I struggle to believe that someday all my hard work will pay off.
Everyday I learn that the more I expand my horizon the more the earth shrink to a size of a penny. How could I say that? No matter how many people are around you there is one spot in your being that no one touches. No one attempts to be part of because in the first place you are not ready to make yourself an open book to the world. Why would you do that? Would that matter? Is your story inspiring enough or as catchy as naked Miley on the wrecking ball?
My title connotes my juggled head. I am sad because I don’t meet my expectations. Expectations where I will only meet if I have eight tentacles. Since I only have one pair of hands how am I getting things done by now?
I seek help.
People need each other.
Problem is the people who I turn to have their own business. The gray area in our Venn Diagram only concentrates on the scrolling text when the lights went off. There is an illusion of connection and the thin line of friendship makes the situation more complicated.
I can’t blame people. I can’t beg.
All I can do now is to stretch my resources and be with people who can reciprocate (willing to reciprocate) this good cause I am targeting.