Order

As the years are passing after my graduation, i am always in a mode of organizing. My laptop, my room, my workspace, my skills, my notebook, my home, my friends, my priorities, and my family.

i was so disorganized before to the point that i become the absolute opposite of that out of sheer impulse as if i bounded off the dead-end of one spectrum of order to the other.

i can't claim though that i am the best one to keep an order, but i slowly developed a technique immerging out of patience to try out every possible variation until "it feels good". but will it ever feel absolutely good?

absolutely not...

i have matured only enough to realize how immature i am. i have a deep urge to express myself, and i found that to be the best personal therapy.

In expressing myself, i release all the unspoken thoughts. i empty my mind, supposedly for more important matters and tasks, but i end up getting more ideas for the next project.

That leaves me a seemingly endless loop of: expressing to relieve myself, then having more ideas that need to be expressed, or else, i am unsettled for the rest of eternity (just for the afternoon but i had to make it sound dramatic)

Luckily, we live in a time where some segments of society are paying for your "interesting" stories and creating content that can be monetized. That's good news for me, as someone who grew a passion for music at a young age and spent 5 years passing lectures in university just doodling in his notebook to pass the time.

Oh boy, i got so many stories to share. let this game begin...