I’ve been caught up in some messy things these few days. Really, and I thought saving the world would be a piece of cake.
But then, everyone wants to save the world. Maybe its because we’re all at loggerheads at how to do it that’s slowing us down. This reminds me of the opening chapter of the book I’m reading currently-about how this group of men had the same objective but different means of achieving it until in the end, all was lost anyway.
Yes yes, I’m rambling nonsensically.
I have lots to share actually, but my mind’s completely jumbled up to share away, so I suppose I can leave you with this.
Masya Allah. When no more tears can be shed, only anger is left.
Enough said here.
Ps-If you were wondering, I’ll be supporting the French in the World Cup Finals, but only because I want the Italians to win. Every team I have silently supported since the knockout stages have had the honour of…well, getting knocked out. What can I say? I bring bad luck. Yay to jinxes.
