..platform and prose..

"How do you see yourself  five years from now?"

Uh-oh. There is some easy question that seemed so difficult to give out an answer. Like why when you look at yourself in the concave part of the spoon, your image is turned upside down. Even if you are holding it right . Hungry people, I bet,  don't notice that. 

I've been sleeping all day, and it's not just so me. While others are "feeling meh" and some say "feeling blah" of any sort, I feel monotonous. In a plateau. In a hiatus. I've been thinking to write earlier, but I'm not in my element to do so. They say artists, like writers, are emotional. But I would want to get away from being labeled as one. This is my platform, and I, a storyteller, who shares the fragments of  prose I'm capable of. I scrolled my own articles, re-read it and discovered that:

1. I used "quite" instead of "quiet"

2. Interchanged "there" with  "their"

3. I've been aggressive to post my articles without proofreading it (I need one)

4. I can always go back to them and edit it

5. And that I only discovered it tonight

But life is not a blogsite you can open when time pace like turtle. That you can't just jump from one page and leave the other when you don't feel like finishing it through the end. And go back and edit mistakes and publish again.

To see myself in the next five years is an honest torture. Because I have no rules, and discipline divorced me a long time ago. Yeah, it's easy to make rules, especially the ones that you can break. When order calls, it's convenient to leave things as they are, even the ones that are broken. Because everyday, mess happens even if you try not to blink an eye.

So maybe, it's not a sin to entertain the idea to stay on top of things, broken or not. To have a goal in a day, even if that goal is not achievable in a snap of the finger. Waiting is my specialty, patient in persisting while persistently patient on things that matters bigtime. At the end of the day, when life hit us sideways, how you see yourself in the next five years will not hurt, because you live just for today.

It's not a bad idea though to HOPE. It's bigger than despair. And God who made a strong stuff out of us.