Unpredictable, as this simple word managed to picture the reality of our life plot. Predicting on unpredictable is merely a cause of mere excitement, a pursuit of joy, a pandemonium of lunacy voices who roars beneath our subconscious mind, raging and begging to escape from sanity. Life is unpredictable.
So do I, vibrant in disguised. I totally confused for what I am inside. A heretic? A sadistic? or perhaps a dignified lunatic who spoke in between my mind and my consciousness.
As for couple of weeks back, I've quitted my job. Not that I hate that job, I love it. There's plenty of dislikes about that job, such as the environment, the ambiance, the idea of vox populi which in any respect the red carpet of the such honour only for those in favour of those who protrudes and shines. But the likes are simple, the job itself, I can meet people, talk to them, and engage with human being and practicing the most ancient craft that humanity has been perfecting over generation; Communication.
Nevertheless, I ventured back to my old profession, as a market trader, it's not easy, it's not hard but it sure making my balls hurt.