storing sunny and cloudy memories

work is getting crazier by the minute, and all i can think of is how i want to grow old. i want to grow old in a beach house somewhere remote, on a small island where i can dive whenever i want to. my friends would be turtle, fishes and occasionally barracudas. ill eat fish, prawns and squids for lunch and dinner, pancakes or waffle for breakfast. every evening ill sit by the beach as i watch the sunset. at night after dinner ill read books and sleep before 10pm. can i have that kind of life please?

today i'm working across from my normal workstation. this whole project that my boss have assigned me is taking up my energy level. i no longer have time to take care of myself. spa, massage or reflexology is not in the picture. hanging out with friends, family and even lucy is a struggle. one thing i hate the most is the imbalance i'm currently going through. i'm not complaining about my work, i'm expressing out that this project is taking a lot of my time. because..... these people in the committee can't decide on the way forward for this project which was supposed to be aligned with the objective of the project. my two cents worth: don't freaking do this project! i'm better off doing other things or going back at 530pm and rest. i haven't seen the girls in ages. i see my parents 10 mins in the morning before i leave for work. by the time i get back home, they're already asleep. i waved goodbye to lucy every morning (if i wake up early) nonetheless

they say nothing last forever sometimes i wonder if this is worth it the hardwork, pain and effort that i have to go through what if in the end, there is no outcome but dissapointment what if this? what if that? fear is the roadblock? something to think about