Exhausted

Sometimes I think my memory is failing me.

That day I had tea with a friend. We spoke of another friend who had left us a few years back. I could not even remember her name... Seriously, I could not believe it.

Then there were the few occasions where I saw familiar faces on the streets. Clearly, I knew them or met them somewhere. Somehow, however, their names just did not come to mind.

The most recent case had to be a few days back when I bumped into a diploma classmate at one of the agencies I brought my clients to. She looked at me and said, "You look familiar." So did she. I tried my luck by asking if we were classmates at the diploma class. Bingo. I mean, I actually do not have that many friends now.

I do not actually know if I am just selectively remembering and forgetting things. I am just tired of keeping up with people, and I appreciate peace too much these days. Work is just as busy, that I even work over weekends to get things done... And I simply dread it.

Freedom always looks like it is nearing, yet it is never here.