It is becoming a reoccurring scenario – there is no electricity, again. Two nights in a row. It is quite upsetting, considering I have tasked myself with quite a lot of work to be done by end of January.
This (lack of power) might make me consider moving out of mom's house, again. I am not keen on renting a flat, I want a house, free-standing.
But, the upside is that I am writing again on this here book. So the power cuts are good for something – even though I have two hours of battery life I am not keen to do any work that I won't finish properly.
Wait, I just got a thought:
… this lack of power is quite symbolic. I could infer it to that love situation I am dealing with.
But, I am on that last phase of love, when it fades. The only good thing about being a Cancerian is that, we know how to make love fade away:
we know how not to love (well at least to never, ever, again feel that emotion).
The catch is that it will take another 5 more years to wear down these walls that I am efficiently, silently and painfully building.
*but then again, that is only a catch if I matter.
(moving right along)
I know I have said I want to retire by the age of 35 (which gives me 3 years before that happens). I am no longer sure of that:
if the current state of affairs at home: as in the entire family (including extended family members) stays the same by the time I hit 35.
My retirement will be from self-employment into full-time employment. There is no way my family can be at the same state it was in when I entered this world, by the time I die.
… these degrees I hold and the experience I have should amount to something that my family can benefit from.
It is a fantastic thing to realise your true passion/potential and try to exploit it, but, it is another thing to realise that in-fact that potential can be maximised if another path is chosen.
I believe, a path chosen is only a path chosen.
I will have to reflect on that.