I don't remember when I stopped to open my notebook and scrawl things whatever comes up on my mind. Probably I have been got occupied by work mostly instead of spending time out with my notebook and a pen, sitting on the grass, listening to music and sing it together.
I lost words. I don't know how to fill up one page in my note with my what words.
Am I that boring person? Got nothing to reflect in a day? Too easy to finish each day without thinking?
I just need to take a while till understand something has to be done to find the direction toward my own happiness before stepping on the next step.
