5-7-5

recently i've started composing haikus on the train to work as a way to pass the time and generate some creativity in my mind. 

last week i was suddenly reminded of my ns days so i wrote something about what those days felt like: sometimes a little unfortunate, oftentimes a little absurd.

#1
stare into the sky

lost in past and future loves

WHOLE LOT KNOCK IT DOWN!

#2

one... lucky day... two...

four... leaves, a field of clover

...twelve... START FROM ZERO!

of course i took it

a month into my new job, my colleague suddenly resigned and i was offered a permanent position.

this new job, i guess most people would say it's quite good. to me, it's sort of in the middle ground of everything - not too difficult, not too tiring, not too boring, not bad pay, not bad hours, not bad prospects. some might even say that it's perfect.

but somehow i feel that it's one of life's big traps, it gives you something that is not bad and you would grab it because well, it is not bad. but at the end of the day, it's not a thing that you would really want to do.

this is not what i would really want to do.

so what do i really want to do?

that is one of life's big mysteries.