Oh, if this didn't just end in writing right now. If I could be present at this moment, it would be so good cause there's so much that needs working on in this country. UnsplashTwo struggles of the citizens that I'd tackle and the first one will be hunger and scarcity. Kai! People are really suffering and maybe I've always known this but I may not have been aware of how severe it is if I were not living on my own. Ever since staying alone, I began to truly see for myself and understand how uneasy life can be. And then it made me appreciate a lot of seemingly 'little' things and/or gestures more.

Phew! It's been a long year. It's barely half of the year, and it feels to me like I've gone through a year and a half. I've mentioned before that I had a rough start to the year. I mean, the first few weeks went well, just as I wished, and somehow, I hoped the test of my plans would follow suit. But yeah, they did(some), but that became like the start of my troubles. I had too many troubling, restless moments. I spent so much time worrying, thinking, calculating, and recalculating(and hey, this is not about money , nor anything else financially related). I kept worrying and thinking about the choices I made that brought me to that point. I was so confused and too worried. And it robbed me of peace. Who could have thought that something like that, something I planned for and wo4ked towards, would give me that much anxiety. I hardly discuss my troubles. But the two persons I spoke to encouraged me, saying they were glad I made they move that I did. While that wasn't enough to soothe, it helped. I shrugged and just lived. I had done something good for me that came with more workload, and I was going to see it as part of growing and the baggage that came with taking a new path. And I am immens3ly grateful for that. Unsplash

Grown as I am, I still complain about having to still do homework. It can get exhausting, especially if I had to spend a good part of my day learning at school. As a kid, I enjoyed the tasks. As I grew older. They became burdensome, but I had to do them.

Oh, this just gave me memories to relish in. I speak a lot about my family and the tiny, little, insignificant yet significant(to me) things that have brought us closer and made us very knit. Eating and dining together is one of them.

I think something is wrong with my tastebuds. I don't know what it is, but these days, each time I taste certain foods and drinks, some of which I used to like very much, I find the taste weird and not for me. For certain snacks, biscuits, and drinks, I find them too sweet.

In one of our previous topic discussions, if I recall correctly, we talked on a theme quite similar to this one. It was about government putting restrictions and fines on couples who birth many children(correct me if I am missing something or if I'm wrong). While I can't say what my exact stance was, I had insinuated that those fines should be placed as penalty for couples who had more kids that they can cater for, particularly those who birth so many and let the children run the streets in a manner that depicts child labour.