not again

Not again.

Why am I here on this platform of indecision? I’m so restless. I can’t seem to stay put. Just when I’ve made my decision, just when the wheels are turning towards a certain future of domestic settlement, I am perturbed by thoughts of the world.

I’m seeing this trend. Whenever I am somewhere, I keep looking back, comparing, contrasting, yearning to change my mind and go back to start.

I’m been alive for almost 3 decades. I wonder what it would take for me to be content, to stay put, to trudge along the path of life and not dally too much, looking left and right for supposedly greener pastures.

 

I am here. I am in the now. Make me make the most of it, lest, I totally lose sight of what I really want to do, what I really want to be.

 

Let my ideals sustain me. Let marital bliss be enough. Let me pull my head from the clouds and, let me not plow on aimlessly.