I want to read more books but find myself too often doing something else.

I guess you could say that I lack order and structure in my life.

Maybe I even don’t have a clear goal or purpose. I don’t have a vision of what I want to do.

I feel that much of the time I spend is being wasted.

I want to be happy. I think.

This blog is a specific type of diary that will document my progress or regress.

I will try to be as truthful and honest as I can but I will not tell everything like it is.

Maybe I am ashamed of the truth.

Sometimes truth is just too damn painful, sad, trivial and boring.