I wish

Probably the best picture t ever describe the word

A brief look out of the window on the last bus back from queensway got me thinking. That same sensation of living with a meaning; or that of inspiration of some sort, essentially just, a prohibitively different life as that of the present, strikes me. (I find it strange), for everytime this happens, a distinct feeling of morbid envy unleashes within me, and everytime, i seek t change. But of course, i can never grasp this feeling, hard enough for me not t let it go. It is with no doubt at all that knowledge does not equate t application and i, with the intellect of differing right from wrong similarly have neither the power nor the will t apply that sense of knowledge.
I wish t hold on t that feeling, that feeling of inspirational change (for inspiration is powerful)- not immediately, but maybe with gradual increment, soon enough i'll make that desirable life, my own.

It's about time i put aside this procrastination and start doing something in order for any form of change t happen. Afterall, this is my life we're talking about.

Wish me luck.