Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant

I dropped out of here for almost a year, when the taxi picked me up at 05.00 in the morning for the new project I found to take me back on work-track. In Beijing. Bei-frekin-jing.

Ok, I am back on work track, but rest of my life has gone stone cold. No love, no sex, no friends – no nothing. And my fit-as-f’ck-body has reset to 0. But it’s the job I was offered, and I actually think it’s the correct thing for me to do right now to continue what I’ve started. Sometimes when I collapse in my sofa in the apt on 41st floor the company rent for me, in Beijing fancy area, I just want to scream; please Somebody confirm that I am existing! I feel completely alone in the world. It’s a scary feeling. And a new feeling, I never experienced the big hairy loneliness before.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree – Martin Luther.  

This Kind of Lonely // Everlast