new blog: the thought runner

I practically want to bang my head lately.

It's not like I'm an heir to a business empire. I work for the family business, and when times get rough, and I find myself smack in between, or worse, somewhere in the corner, holding a pen and paper with disheveled hair, I think to myself how much can I take.

Powerlessness is the shittiest feeling in the world. One of the. I get that now, now more than ever.

When you can't even begin to point your finger at something that's causing you pain, for me, that's the time alarm bells start ringing and the call of the beach singing sweetly to me, like some temporary remedy, or a band-aid to a gunshot.

There is no running here. Only facing things and dealing with problems head-on.

I want to be an honest writer, at least in my blog. Something I could basically share about my life. Something true.
I have always feared of readers who know me and understand details of my life, which is why I would actually prefer the eyes of a stranger.

So reader, if you know me, be a stranger to this blog, and treat me like a fleeting thought, a thought runner.