:: tranced ::

sometimes we hurry through life. through our everyday appointments -- lunch, meetings, catching ups, hours, minutes. sometimes life gets so mundane when you hurry through them. living minute by minute until suddenly, Wham! you come up against a wall and it hits u in the face that, hey, life is so much more than this.

and so you go on again, on a blindless chase for inspirations, for fulfilling moments, for challenges for which to imprint in your mind. running in circles, chasing our tails, coming back as we are...

and finally at a moment frozen in time, you feel tranced-like. you're juz floating around, mindless, senseless, aimless, lifeless. you feel so detached from everything that you're going through. and then the race becomes a motion. an instinctive reaction. some melodramtic people call it depression. apparently it seems really fashionable nowadays to be indulging in depression.

but depression is over-melancholy. sometimes the mind is just tired. it's like the wheels that has been blasting full-speed suddenly winding down to a slow murmur, an agonizing protest that says: stop. but it juz keeps on whirling and swirling. and still.... the world revolves around you. just a day, just an ordinary day, just trying to get by. everyone just becomes passing faces, rushing by your profile. you see them, but you dun really see them.