It's too soon to feel like this.

It's too soon to feel so... exhausted, so uninspired.

It's too soon to throw the towel in.

You and me together, we can do anything.

You and I, we're not tied to the ground

Not falling but rising like rolling around

Eyes closed above the rooftops

Eyes closed, we're gonna spin through the stars

Our arms wide as the sky

We gonna ride the blue all the way to the end of the world

To the end of the world

                                    - You and Me, Dave Matthews Band

Cheers to our new pharmacists! Welcome to the club! ♥

Pit Señor!

Nope, no bathing in beer or face painting or partying 'til daylight. 

Definitely not my scene. :)

Put a Deadline To Your Dreams

Among all the other stuff on my blog's dashboard, that line was what really stood out to me. And I realize that I have. Put a deadline to my dreams, I mean.

It was really only for pictorial purposes that I brought out my sketchpad and my watercolor set a few days ago. I haven't painted in years; in fact, I think it's been almost half a decade since I last created something with a paintbrush.

And it was while mixing blues and violets that nostalgia set in. The memories, the what-ifs of the "expired" dreams. Yes, I have to admit, I sometimes wonder where I would be right now had I followed what my heart's dream was at that time. I wonder if I would have gotten better at painting, or would have been slapped across the face instead by the fact that mediocre, "not bad but not good enough" artworks were all I could really create. What would have been in store for me had I taken that path. And I guess I'll always wonder. I guess that will always remain a mystery. It's an alternative plot, per se--a plot that the author chose to forego. And it's okay. I really don't mind a few mysteries, a few unanswerable questions in my life.