I guess I’ve been pretty absent for a bit now, but from where I stand, I do not necessarily have the desire to spill life stories here. But the absence does not indicate anything about my life; it’s pretty darn normal. May be way too normal—filled with sporadic moments of pure happiness, frustration, and uneasiness.
Life is still just a collection of uncertainty right now and I do not particularly enjoy this state and yet, like a teenager, I enjoy it the next minute.
Most importantly, I’ve finally learned to like the taste of roasted garlic. But I still can’t digest garlic in its natural status. I think it is too raw and too honest.