I’m starting to lose interest in a lot of things, and it’s getting to the point of absurdity. Really…

Perhaps it’s the over indulgence, perhaps the over exposure. I don’t know. Nothing seems to catch my eye nowadays. The hot chick that just passed by, the glittering gold to claim in ventures, a fat paycheck, a detective story, whatever. It just seems they all don’t matter anymore.

The question then falls back to what I have been so frantically chasing for the past few years. Was it success? If so, how does it measure? Was it cash, and does it even matter now. While we all say that happiness is a choice and not a derivative, it seems pretty inhumanly-out-of-reach to make that choice.

Even the music I write these days brink on the point of insanity. The most recent composition – Void of Madness.

Oh, and have I mentioned; I’m turning terribly nocturnal. When my family is having dinner, I’m having breakfast. While the peaceful veil of night does bring about some form of productivity and mental focus, it’s not going to last, especially when the world’s sleeping while you are working.

Unless I’m engaging the opposite end of the globe – US nations and similar, It’s not really so healthy to be nocturnal is it.

Bah, I don’t know what I’m yapping about!