Time is priceless

As I’m sitting at work, in my quite office, looking at the bare white walls, I feel something inside me slowly die.

But at the same time I feel inspired, as if these four walls can serve as my imaginary canvas.

And therefore I shall write.

I shall write and moan,

I shall write and rejoice,

I’ll repost pictures that make me laugh and cry.

I’ll spread literature and poem that touch me in anyway.

 

I’m just a girl in the world, searching for a fulfilling job, or some sense of fulfilment.
I have heartaches and heartbreaks, I get moody, and nostalgic.
I wish to be loved, and to live freely without stress – is this too much to ask?

(un)fortunately life does not always turn out the way one wants, but if it did, what would there be to inspire, teach and learn.

So this will be my space where I will jot down my thoughts and fears, sometimes anguish and tears.

Whilst I sit at a boring job, this is what I will do, I will share my thoughts with you.
Time is precious, time is priceless.

 “ Time is priceless, but it’s free.

    You can’t own it, you can use it.
    You can spend it. But you can’t keep it.
    Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.”
                                                                                  -          Audrey Niffenegger