The line that separates pragmatism and emotion is a thin one. Where do the lines begin to blur? How to tell the difference? Perhaps some things are best left as is
As is my norm, I woke up a little while ago. Around 4.00am. It is a Wednesday morning. My two mugs of chai ready and at peace with the sound of silence. The silence will last a while longer, by when I hope to wrap this dispatch up. How it ends up, whether I actually send it out, or whether it will even be written, I don’t know. As things are, a rather grim picture was conveyed to me by my friend and family physician around midday yesterday.