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I’m starting to think of what my portfolio would look like…. Funny thing is we make so much effort to do things…. to only just forget them. How would it be without the pictures, or the reminiscence of a few friends, or story telling time??? Just some blank memories? A few wasted moments…

Tomorrow always seems like such a challenge. I wake up looking for inspiration just to get to days end. Only to sleep and wake up again to the same vicious cycle. Must be this boredom with life again. Always looking forward. But really, everything we do is just to look back to say we’ve been at that exact place, in that exact time, with those exact memories… ah yes, looking back…

And where does my portfolio sit? Just lost for me to put together? Am I waiting for someone to recount my life? Maybe life’s accounts are just better left alone for it to piece together by itself. Telling the story is always more interesting when someone does it for you… the way you are remembered is sometimes better than the truth…