Yet again.
For what it’s worth, I’ve been telling myself that my spoken words do the job. But, the written word is what gets me to the stage of offering the spoken.
It feels like I’m sieving through an ocean of thoughts to get one of them out here.
Information fatigue is real. Sometimes, I ask myself, why do I keep doing this to myself. The hunger for more information has become so compulsive for me.
I just want to know more, hear more, see more.
A realisation has come, may be I don’t need as much. But, there is no sure way of saying these things.
My words might sound random but what do you expect from an ocean, nothing is still.
and now, the bane of our existence, we will still try to tame it.
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