What confusing times do we live in. Desperate, impatient, pre-occupied. Striving so hard everyday to be somewhere, anywhere, running around like a headless chicken. Decisions made, uncontemplated in haste in fear of losing the chance, consoling yourself with what you have; taking a leap of faith that with time, things will turn out just fine. But are they?! Then there are times, times to introspect. And often, in that thin space, you find the answers you’ve been looking for. But then again, you never seem to find the time to alter. Desperate for instant results you find yourself impatient. The leap of faith you once took, starts to fade, the sands of time slipping through, you succumb to another letdown. Upset, you pre-occupy yourself with insignificant endeavours to avoid confrontation. Perplexed, you let yourself get sucked back into the vortex. There’s an inexplicable comfort here, you give in. Again. What confusing times do we live in, desperate, impatient, pre-occupied!