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I am now a contractor for more than three companies, joggling my business between days, overwhelmed with love and happiness, being worried and concerned of how much I sleep and not being able to plan accordingly, but having my job spanning over more than five days ahead, hoping and coping with finishing it, and of course, as it always goes right throw my deadline, like the bullet throw my head and pain I have sometimes when thinking about things. It always prolongs itself for a lot more than planned no matter how much I planned it in the first place or the second. It is beauty. I love it. I never want to give it up, not for one chance, one moment, one blessed second or moment of doing anything else. I'll end up doing it once, for sure. I have to give up these moments, long processes of being alone, in my thoughts, conversing with these people, doing my plans, doing right through them, earning, my experience, my purpose, my life. It is my blessing, me being alive as a gift which it gives me for doing it. Pauses for lunch, getting out of bed like a tornado and pissed typhoon, having cups of coffee laying around like drinks, poisoned and drunk out of this life, toilet breaks, sometimes shower, looking through the windows, like prison, thank God being all of glass, transparent and showing me the outside world, what's out there, the sounds on my endeavoring YouTube channels, devoting my life and breath to it, my thoughts and experiences we faced together, hold ground and I am thankful for it. I still plan to go on. Move on to the next and more deeper experiences than ever before. I know there's more. This can't be The End. I've seen much. There is yet to come and observe, interpret with these witty, wise mind, eyes and amuse life. I hope so. It's been only a year or so. I've done so little, I've done so much. It depends how you look at it, but it's really enough. No sleeping pays off finally. Seeing the results of hard work, communicating via a variety of channels just to hear the other side, their opinion on the subject, before even thinking about anything else or going the other road. First, just let's see how this one does it. Mankind, being all alone or not is enough for me to handle for now. I don't have such troubles. I have other troubles. Waking up in the morning, because of a series of mistakes done in the past, series of days working non-stopably, just to make sure I'm alive. Wasn't so sure 'bout it. Work sets you free, is in my humble opinion a wonderful and really useful for me sentence, spoiled by a horrible man, called a monster, which he probably is. I am not sure 'bout it, never met the guy. Of course, I am kidding. Cries all out for the human nation. Consequences so severe for the mankind, one man, one disaster, one dimensions of it. And one history not to be repeated. I myself find myself in work only, I don't think 'bout anything else. It started a long time ago, when I was just a child, but continued through life. Ever since, I got sicker and sicker, I continued to work and to hide myself in work, to be swamped by it, I find myself successful. I'm so happy with that smile on my face. I hope to get my brother out of it. My mother got sick also. My father was sick, so there you go, nowhere else to go, but to hide in your sickness. To go East and never look back. Then the West will come and will spin the spinning wheel again. So beautiful in all that probability. I think I am interesting. I will never go back. I like to progress. Needs have to be changed. Or changes need to be done :)


See you around :) Love y'a always 'n forever, Minya :)