The most frustrating thing of all is having this unstoppable sense of urgency in making magic happen, yet for some peculiar reason you put the plan on hiatus although the pressure building up within is imploding from deep within. Being passive- it is your passiveness that slows things down, blow up opportunities, halts progress, deprive you of the most innate and fundamental pleasure (or vice should I call it?) in life. Being submissive to hesitation brings nothing good but an abominable debacle to this precious yet incidental occurrence of chance, in this game of roulette which I was lucky enough to be one of the balls entity spinning in the opposite direction of the tilted track.

I knew it when we met, when the two balls clash, it was the day that we met, and soon will be the day when we lose the momentum, not because we have emptied our energy to dash forward, but it is the day we decide to fall onto the wheel and sail on in unison.

And I will write you a love letter, so beautiful; much, much longer than Orlando, and never to put either of us back to focus again so there can be no right or wrong to it. It is not the time to pray, for no one but me can salvage you and your tired, dreary soul. Trust me, it will be an adventure of a lifetime.

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