Caught Up

I am doing this again, am I not? Back in this cycle of self-absorbed self-righteous self-benefiting self-conscious self. I feel all tired, useless, dirty and confused inside. And there’s a familiar tinge to it too. Like how I felt last Christmas, or last summer in Cirebon, or the many times before. So predictable I’m beginning to accept this as an inevitable phase of life.

Looks like I need to spend more of my Spring vacation reading self-help books, doing yoga meditations and taking everything SLOW.