Today, I decided to wake up an hour later than usual. Feeling good.
Somehow I’ve numbed myself since the accident. For it seems to me that one can never really plan anything. So why bother.
Apart from the salary, I had no idea what it’d be like to be here and work here. Absolutely no idea. And there was no way to tell what it’d be like, day in and day out.
I suppose most things in the world are like this. There is no way to predict. So the only thing I have control of is my mind, or how I react to things. I suppose the stoics were not wrong.
Not An Avocado Life 