The Weekend

What a darn good weekend. Making these bottled up, forgotten, drown-in-bottom-of-sea feeling arise to surface seeing fresh light. It was, refreshing. To call back on this. Recounting them like bank handling cash - meticulously flipping through every notes. Salt-bae-ing the open wound. Or blister? Or idk what to call them. There's too much of them. Them? 

I've an interesting department (what I consider constitute part of my life) - introducing the Risk Management Bureau. In here - no reckless behavior is allowed. Always think of the what-if and prepare. Get your guards up in case anything happened. Relaxing? Not on your duty. Sacrifice oneself is the highest form of responsibility. Breathing at one-two-one-two. Plan ahead and allow no room for mistakes. Impromptu act is out of the window. You own nothing and nothing is yours.

Oh Lord, to be able to live recklessly - without any care of the world!

On a separate note, the topic of being used - without the other party even realizing. A selfish persona will get anyone out of this. Insufferable facade. Foolish or wise - would it bring any difference? No, to the mind of self-absorbed human. In some, they might consider to abolish the ties. Severe consequences, but still bearable. "Give a year or two, observe the changes. Inititate it. Pave the way ", say the old man. But - patience. The currency that fueling this - it might have lost on the way there. 

Searching. Finding. To no end. Nah, it gonna have an end. Definitely will, no date stamp.