There comes a point where for once I have no idea at all. Where I will say “I don’t have the answers”, “I don’t know” and “I have no idea”. Seems to early for a mid life crisis. Looking at it now, I realised that I have had many minor mid life crisis before. But it’s just that things are elevated to another dimension now. You can ask me 101 real (meaning serious) questions and I’ll probably give you a “I don’t have the answers”, “I don’t know” and “I have no idea” for most of it. It’s a feeling of I’m-not-sure-but-somehow-I-knew-it. Towards the direction to nowhere.
These are the times I needed the answers the most. But ironically at the same time I’ve been hearing too many people telling me so many things- and it doesn’t help one bit. Where were you when I needed you the most? Things are very silent. Things are very slow. Suspended mid air. Just barely surviving.
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