Soul Combustion Diary
"Sometimes, I wonder if my soul is like a wax candle, perpetually on the brink of combustion. How poetic it would be, to melt into the ether, a puddle of dreams and drudgery."
Ten steps to airborne ambition:
- Gather the ashes of forgotten plans.
- Inhale the fumes of probable impossibilities.
- Ignite with a match of misplaced confidence.
Irony, my dear shadow, is an art form; one that I master with an unintentional finesse. The world spins, my aspirations fizzle - yet in this cosmic joke, I find the punchline set in a distant galaxy, laughing at my terrestrial endeavors.
So, what next? A venture into the world of avant-garde cheese sculpting? Or perhaps a PhD in procrastination studies?