Today I took my first holiday in twenty-one days and I couldn't be more cranky.
And trying to figure out why is so not helping.
Someone once said that life is a contest between what's urgent and what's important, and Urgent always wins. So true. Waking up early, getting through classes and free periods and humidity and notes and assignments and presentations and interviews and outings and faces, oh, so many faces. And feeling alone through it all. It takes its toll. On the one holiday, on the one day you thought you'd just forget it all and sleep. Because that one day, you have time to think. To connect with yourself and figure out exactly why your world is so messed up.
Thinking isn't very nice.
And at the end of it all you come back to all the notes you missed and all the catching up you have to do and all the faces you don't want to see but have to yet again.
3 comments:
Precisely. Actually, the more time you have to think, the more you can only think of the potholes. That's why I always try to have so many things on my head, that I can never go into retrospect. That's one key to happiness. Another's Masochism.
Ha, masochism =P
Actually, now that my mopey mood is largely of the past, I vote in favour of thinking =) Thinking is good. It hurts sometimes but how else will you ever know where to go? Not thinking is what is going wrong with the world, and we MUST STOP IT *waves hands frantically* AAAAAAAA
So true. Nicely written. It always is like that.
When you're so absorbed in the activities you deem urgent, you have no time for a thought process:)
Life's a bitch sometimes ain't it?
Especially if it's raining on a sunday and you're stuck at home. At least for me.
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