Dig, your dig. I am envious of those that are so certain of their future, that have the undying fire to pursue what they believe in. The determination to keep at it day after day, going the extra mile to get something done.
I swore through blood rituals to get washboard abs within a year, but its been what? 15 years now? hahaha I don't know man. Where do I go from here? Should I stop asking people and start asking myself instead?
Thailand was a an eye opener. Live firing had never been this much fun before. The aftermath was a pain to clean up though.
My mum asked me if it was tough over there. I replied a casual no, which kinda surprised her. "Not siong? No need to go into the jungle?"
Although the exercise wasn't exactly demanding, I had the strongest urge to come back home. It could be that I know that this journey is about to end, or it could be that I just miss my girl that much.
Im free this week, date me if you're bored. Anyone. Haha