Time to breathe.
My schedule has become jam-packed as if I was trying to
stuff my whole closet into an overnight bag. Not everything will fit. Like
every person in this world, I am wishing for more hours in the day.
The days when it was okay to waste time with boredom are
over. There is an ever-growing list of things to do and I am being forced to
pick which ones are allowed to hold my attention, but not all are pleasurable.
But try as I might, I can’t always stick to completing the
tasks that need to be done. My mind
strays to the novel I want to write or the book I would love to get lost in.
The daydreams flood in and time ticks on. When my mind snaps back to reality, I
see I have drifted off so long that I am out of time.
Why can’t I feel as excited about the work I have to do
because it is required of my chosen major? Didn’t I choose this? Will this
apathy fade as I delve deeper into the intricacies of my major?
Nonetheless, time is short and my free time is shrinking
to oblivion.
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