1:10 am. Sunday night/ Monday morning.
I should be asleep, but thanks to my sleeping pattern – or lack thereof – I’m not.
A montage showing Lewis Hamilton’s F1 victory just jolted me into the realization that I hardly ever invest emotion into anything with an outcome I am unsure of. If I loved a football club or a MotoGP team for example, each match or race I watch is another chance to go through a spectrum of feelings with no guarantee that the end will leave me on a high or low. It’s almost like a little piece of life.
I have always thought my life is pretty exciting, but right now I kinda wonder what I’ve missed out on.
Being in control is great, but maybe it’s time…