late night thoughts

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a quiet life of just spending my days far away from the bustling city and the humans that reside within it. of days filled with waking up to chirping of birds and soft morning light. the early morning coffee brew while reading, just to catch the early rays of the sun. a little gardening in the early afternoon to make something for lunch and at the same time preparing for my evening solo camping. or if i feel like it, i'd head out to sea for some deep-sea fishing. then, get some late evening reading done or maybe some writing as well for the few readers i have. at night, ill go star-gazing and make notes about the constellations of stars that i see with my eyes. 

of quiet life, far from humans whims and lies. i'm tired of it all. when the day comes, i'm wishing nothing but a quiet life in a glass house by the seaside. the serenity of being on my own without the fear of it being taken away. the security in solitude. oh, the peace it gives. having fun doing the things i do in private. i used to love the city but now im tired of it. real tired of the drama, the unnecessary things that city folks like to do. they drained me so much that on most days i feel like to just drop everything and leave. leave for what really matters. it would be a dream come true, eh? i have to try to make it all possible. i shall like to believe that it is not at all impossible to achieve, for a wise man once said, "whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.". now, where do i begin?

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