The past month had been the hottest and driest May ever recorded in HK. As much as I’m glad that the 14 (or 15) consecutive very hot day warnings have ended, I just wished time could pass by just a little slower…
Recently I seemed to be growing more and more conscious about time and how little and limited of it I have. I’m now spending (wasting) less time on FB and WhatsApp. Even at times when I’m physically spending time with my family and fellowship b&s, I tend to keep silent even though thoughts constantly run through my head. I seemed to have finally understood that my words don’t matter, and repeatedly saying the same things won’t help and would only drag meaningless conversations even longer. Is this what powerlessness feels like?
It’s probably not depression that I’m feeling because there’re still many things that keep me interested. I’m now spending more time alone reading and thinking, and my energy level seems to be restoring (traits of an introvert). Now that I’m expressing a lot less online and offline, I’ll probably start spending more time talking to my journal here. I can always be honest with “you”, right?
