She looks at her purpose but the invisible walls prevents her from moving forward, at least she thinks that to be the truth. Frustration kicks in and the purpose dissipates as if it was a mere mirage. She walks away and back into the dungeon of her thoughts. She battles with her thoughts because truth wants her to win and grab of hold of future. She gets up again and the scene is there. She runs towards it and gets hit by the wall. She falls, goes to the dungeon, gets up and try again. Welcome to Sunday Afternoons.
- Grateful – to the Most High for being my truth.
- Waste of time – looking back.
- Something new – I made a Singapore curry