Whatever

I don't know but it seems that I had lost the will to blog and to read blogs. Maybe because I'm already tired with the habitual tasks I do every single day of my life. Maybe because the subconscious says blogging is over this time around. Or maybe because life's daily portions had to go to each separate and most important things that need attention.

I have been very busy for the months of May and June, despite the fact that I am a useless nursing grad for a couple of months now. The fact alone that I am part of the third world's unemployment rate is CRAZY and to go penniless in the city is like suicide. My dad had a serious case of mycordial infarct or heart attack (really serious that he has to be under intensive care) after suffering from stroke. 'Twas one hell of a roller coaster ride for me and the entire family. 'Twas a strange deviance from normal living, and we know that doing the unusual is completely uncomfortable. No matter how inconvenient, though, lessons are learned, invaluable experiences gained, characters built. But, you see, I'm still here and am happy. Contentment and a sort of inner peace is a thing altogether that I am most surprised about. I am fed by the grace of my siblings, generous, that is, that I can still purge myself like I'm working. At that and everything I Thank God.

So maybe after the rain has passed, stress is over, and things back to what they have been before. Maybe blogging is one thing too.