Thursday, 16 August 2012
Every morning I'm embroiled in a battle.
It's a battle with myself. A battle to summon enough courage to face a new day, to face the world, to study, to complete my duties. It's a steep battle that i am never guaranteed to win. But nonetheless i try. At times when I'm on the brink of defeat; when i just want to stay at home and watch TV for a whole day, or spend my entire day at the internet cafe; when i want to neglect all my responsibilities and hide from the world; i think about my dream; i think about my future; i think about her, and somehow i manage to find the strength within me to cling on to the fight. I slip on my shoes, wrap my bag around me, put on a grimace, and step over the threshold into the sunlight.
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I have a similar problem. I cannot ever work in the same room which I sleep in. It's like my room has a kind of anti-work mentality attached to it. So in the mornings as long as I get out of the room I'm okay and I can have a productive day. If I linger for too long and - god forbid - sit down at the computer, I am doomed.
ReplyDeletehaha yea, that's why i got rid of the laptop in my room, although probably not in the most economic fashion~
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