There’s a part of me that always wants to be left alone. But there is a part of me that knows that solitude can be detrimental on one’s mental health. Like a chicken who has been given the power to decide who lives and who dies, so is the mental health of someone who’s been away from company for far too long.

Getting old though brings both time and space to have all the company one needs, yet is never fulfilled. So special occasions come and go, you’ll be invited to one or maybe a couple. Yet you’ll always know that your time draws near and you’re one special occasion from going bye bye.

Ps: yeah that was dark. I also accidentally deleted the Madrid 22 trip. Guess I’ll have to come back to it one of these days.