This picture perfectly sums up my last couple of weeks.

Black and white. Forgetful. Insipid. Uninteresting,and always looking at tall buildings and busy streets.
I dont know If im just anxious with my new job role or if Im almost completely bored of this urban jungle I bitterly call home.
Maybe Im just anxious. Yeah. Iam.
But nonetheless, I still got a lot to be thankful for. Thankful for tiny speck of colors that went my way.. Small kindness from people that I dont know, sincere compliments, unabashed laughters between friends, a good book, an unfaltering push that says “Go on.”, 5 cute (one is kinda ugly) newborn puppies, the comfort of coming home to a noisy house full of people that I love, and that guy with blue shirt and black sneakers who walks everyday just to bring me coffee during break. These small blessings, no matter how forgetful or ungrateful I become at times, are what deviates me from almost focusing on the black and white zone of my life. My tiny specks of light, my colored dots, my sunbeams.