Today in a nutshell

Reading Angela's Ashes day in and lights off (thus begins the long night) without the slightest bit of boredom.. 100 pages left..

It is an eventless and empty day.. that's not what I should do.. I feel the guilty of my uselessness, so I go wash the dishes.. and that leaves me in relative peace now..

How can he write this honestly?? his life is so full of hardships and miseries that would make most novels and fictions ashamed of their lack of contents..

I would say, his "spiritual age" may already go beyond the beyonds, and it may reach a few hundreds, although he himself was only at his 60s when he wrote this poetic memoir..

don't be mistaken, the book's tone is not a bit oldish.. but anyone who goes through all these could no longer be ignorant again..

is it a good piece of memory to have in one's mind?? better not try it.. those scenarios would take me 5 lives at least to experience, if I were to keep on living at my current pace..

"be yourself" is my final answer.. there's only one life..