Living with the universe

I'm famous for drawing inane stuff. This is one.
I'm naming it, Living with the Universe.

We all live in seperate worlds, trying to reach our own stars (version of happiness). And when we do connect and interact to each other, we reach through this small hole in the wall or window if u want to name it that way.

We do not give ourselves up completely, nor blend in with the other person. We just reach a small tentacle or hand.. and connect. This is why all of us sees a completely different universe than the other.

This is why, we're all so lonely in some way...
And in fact, is there a point in completely blending ourselves with another person? If we do, then for the rest of our lives do we see the sun, the moon, or both ? Are we happier with just a hand connection, or do we all really want to be one.

Life In A Bottle

Sometimes it's funny
Take a moment to think, really think

What did we really want to be?
Who do we look up to?
How did I ended up here?

Am I really where I would like to be?

A lot of the times maybe the answer is no. Life just keeps on putting obstacles, bends on the road and with a certain probability of probability, made us go one fork instead of the other.
And with so much happening and spinning, suddenly you found yourself in a strange remote desert where you just wish you were home.

Does it matter now? Now that we're in this new place, do we look to somehow find a place for ourselves in it? Or do we still seek to go back to the place we first wanted to be?

Which path? Tell me, which?

Status..

If life is so dissapointing, tell me why do we live? It's the little things, that keeps us going.. just a little bit longer..

I have a colleague.. who says.. that it isn't anger that's in me.. it's 'unreleased dissapointment'. To me .. unreleased dissapointment means anger. It surprises me knowing what she thinks of me..

She said, that I'm a closed person.. who doesn't tell people my private things.. (and I thought I have been complaining too much to everyone), and she sees my dissapointment from the way I talk, my sarcasm, my moods.

Well I've been seeing myself as someone pragmatic, highly negatively realistic, and somehow the things around me have turned me a disillusioned personality. Well maybe that's coz I don't want to be dissapointed more than I already am.. with everything. Maybe that's some sort of protection mechanism.

And this is the way I am right now. It's pretty useless to tell me I should change into this and that.. I'll change eventually, if it's meant to be. In the meantime, I'm trying to let me be me...

The Building Blocks

Hmm... *Doodle from neck upwards is mine, and to the bottom is Ant's.* So what is this girl thinking?

The idea was the building blocks are my office, my poor brain, and my hopes, and it's tumbling down faster than London bridge is.

These few days has been tense, full of conflicts inner and outer, in office and out office. So I'm currently emotionally hollow and has no idea what to say about the problem.

I don't even want to hope for a good solution for everyone, just a simple way out for me...

Yes I'm selfish