matters matter

It is very easy to forget what matters most when all one does is to perpetuate between work and compensating for overworking. Little moments which matters get forsaken, forgotten or worse still, ignored. I have a million and one thoughts held back simply because I do not have the time to think, to look and to answer. And so I question, what is it all about now?

lost fuel cap

fucking hell! 15 fucking minutes, left my fucking fuel cap on the pump and it's gone, 15 fucking minutes was all it took for me to get back there.

whichever bastard took it, fucking hell, hope u fucking turn tuttle and lose a limb.

fucking hell, more than 10 years driving and i can fucking leave the station with an uncapped tank.

job is killing me. this country killing me.

j is engaged.

maybe

It disturbs me as a matter of fact it scares me so much, this feeling of uneasiness. It has the same uneasiness of a choice made not whole heartedly. The very choice made so assertively just months back. It troubles me because it was a choice which played out almost perfect, every single minute bit fell into place, and execution was in lack of better words, almost to perfection. Everything was as planned. But here I am, wondering if I should have chosen otherwise. I probably found love the day before I left, I found life before that but I chose career and love came 2 weeks too late for I’ve already decided. Maybe I should not have chosen but really just choose instead?