I always thought Life is meant to be a calm, soothing, and a lively journey. I guess I couldn't have gone more wrong. If I start thinking about doing anything, and further delve into designing and scrutinizing detailed blueprints, I tend to lose my interest. And by the time I actually got my hands dirty, my wrists exploded with pain and my mind got pushed into a vapid state, with no sign of life at all.
I realized that the thing that screwed my life the most was the picture of how it is supposed to be. I wished to drink coffee(which I don't drink actually) under the sun in a cold mountainous town. I wished to relax all day on my bed and expected myself to create a hell lot of creative projects, which seems only possible by some sort of magic spell.
For every single thing that instilled a sense of sheer joy in me was unplanned. The fact that I will write this blog post after 9:30 P.M on eve of a dull day was never caught up in my mind. The best trip of my life was anything but planned.