I’m afraid of going senile. Seriously, if I lose grip on reality, I might as well drop dead.
My brain is my greatest asset. The ideas and thoughts that come out of my head is mind-boglingly amazing, that sometimes I feel happily high on the amazing stuff I can come up with to solve my problems, which explains why I’m very comfortable being alone, anytime and anywhere. I just wish that I have enough energy to execute those ideas.
That’s why if there comes a day when I can’t think straight anymore, when I start to foget things or unable to do things by myself, when I lose that freedom, I won’t hesitate to cut my life short.
Wow. Stating this out like this makes me sound like I’m already out of my mind
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