No amount of coffee or tea or redbull or afternoon nap or beauty sleep could push my energy level higher than it is now. I am bored with revision, my eyes and brain refuse to focus, my mind sway in and out of the window where the outside world offers a variety forms of exciting things to do.
But guilt, I am guilty of abandoning my desk fearing of wasting time, when technically I am already wasting time making excuses. Instead of just leave the desk and rest under the trees by the park, I rather fake it - I am busy. People say fake it till you make it. Thus, I am convincing myself that I need to be busy, probably the motivation will find its way to recharge my bored soul.
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