A friend called me today asking opinion about investing on his passion and if it’s worth the risk. He wanted to pursue formal training in film making. I understood why he called. I’ve always lived out of compulsion and beyond that, there’s richful experiences of surviving associated risks. I began to question myself how I did it. I didn’t have much to invest just as he has. I guess people have reached out on my sentiments and believed in it.
During half of the day, head started throbbing like hell. I took tylenol and put on herbal concoctions my grandma had me believe was working. It did to some extent. But hours were excruciating I badly want to slam my head against the wall to break the skull.. I feel like synapses are travelling by the fastest millisecond, and every component of its source is insanely overworked, on the brink of brain failure..
The Real Pursuit Of The Black Widow 