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.