what do you indulge in?
we are so caught up with what life has for us and most often then not, we fail to embrace even the simplest things.
picking up a book or walking down the serene park has got to be the best things done alone, isn’t it.
i can’t deny i indulge in guilty pleasures once in a while like chocolate and so on,
but they don’t signify me.
i’ve taken indulgence in banausic writing, this is pleasure.
UNKNOWN THOUGHTS 