Like so many other office workers of the world, I will obey my master, the clock, and will obediently nod to my co-workers and make small talk about sports, kids and weather - all things I'm not genuinely interested in.

False hope is the bread - and - butter of my existence, the only thing that keeps me going.

It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.

Being unique is highly over rated.

If life is a journey, time should pull over at a rest stop sometimes - we should all be given a chance to get off and stretch our legs, collect our thoughts and reorganize.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.

People might gain insight the longer they live, but things never get easy. There will always be challenges and miscommunications and the temptation to eat greasy, bowel clogging fried food, and take others for granted. The secret is to keep moving and try to see people yo love for what they are: flawed, beautiful and as confused as you.