For a long long time, I’ve avoided this.
But as I powered it on today, my heart wrenched with emotions.
The slow whirring; like it’s gasping for air whilst trying to do what I command of it.
Each click is a keen reminder of the virtue of patience; a long pause ensues before anything pops up. Even after it does, it takes a long long time before I get to start typing and proding the keys to fire it up.
It is difficult.
Not my laptop, but my emotions.
It’s like watching someone gasping for air, struggling as they work.
It’s not just someone, it’s akin to watching an old friend, dying right before your eyes.
Sometimes, I wonder how in the world do I get so emotionally attached to objects. It has been difficult for me to come to terms that I require a new laptop, now that my old friend is evidently dying a slow death.
This year marks the 8th that we spent together.
8 long years.
I am sorry that you’re suffering and I can’t seem to make it better.
I am sorry, and thank you.
Hiam 