Sometimes I feel that I'm not good enough.
I'm not living my life to the fullest. I know, there might be so many people reading this who already love me for what I am, for what I do. I've to juggle my life between writing for myself and for you, updating my pages, clicking pictures, posting a hundred of them, reading one more book, office, making my scrap book, learning something new, doodle, watch my favorite T.V. series, find time for friends and the list goes on.
There is so much more I want to do. I wish the day had more than 24 hours for me. I could start the video blog I've been wanting to for so long, go to two more companies for work; one as a journalist & another running an ad agency maybe or a lawyer, save some money and travel the world with him, buy a house and make it a home, give him hand made gifts and listen to fifty new tracks every single day.
This feeling makes my sub-conscious mind feel incomplete. Wishes and desires stimulate brain and the brain governs us. The essence of everything beautiful fades away and is taken over by remorse. Then feeling of 'not being good enough' drives me to go ahead. It's okay, love.
In the parallel universe, I'm ugly and happy.