"Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone"

Six hours of possible sleep-time before waking up to a new week of work...

This weekend has been one of those rare productive, satisfying and warm/fuzzy ones. Despite the health setbacks, I've managed to accomplish much. I am not crying over having to go to work tomorrow, unlike some other weekends where I just turn my lazy butt at the Sun and dwell in regret/ self-pity for time lost.

My last blog, written out of frustration at the time, stired deeper thoughts and further internal analysis. I have found clearer explanations to some of my questions, thanks to one who has a natural gift for analysing, breaking down and simplifying things ;)

For the first time, I've got lessons which I feel challenged about in my music class. The notes are hard, I am struggling, I fail, I practice, I try hard. I fail again. I still love it.

Time for Chariotte's health check up tomorrow. She will get her vitals checked and fixed. She's been nothing but reliable and helpful. I don't know what I would do without her.

Nothing like waiting for your turn outside the doctor's clinic, watching unknown people and muted documentaries on BBC, to drift you off to a place where you can think. If you are feeling overwhelming love and positivity and hope for the world, you need to visit a hospital. Tiny children afflicted with disease, horror-striken mothers, cancer patients, people with deformities, people with skin conditions and the like are everywhere. And then it hits you, "Yes, they do exist and I share this world with them". Then you also remember the less-fortunate fellow beings and helpless animals. How easy it is to forget them, as your pampered able-bodies sit on your selfish asses, indulging in fleeting pleasures, dreaming of self-centered ambitions, complaining of what you do not have. SHAME ON YOU.

Five hours of sleep-time left before waking up to a new week of work.