Sunday, 16 September 2012

The summer of two thousand and twelve.

From fear of forgetting, I take note of the things I do, people I meet and places I go. Once all is said and done I contemplate my achievements and the things I have learnt and deliberate ‘what is next’. This summer it seems things have dramatically aged. As insightful and inspiring as it is to see life being pursued in many different directions around me, I lost focus of my own pursuit- a pursuit that can be deflected by my fear of forgetting what I have done or being trapped by garden fences and four white walls.

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