Monday, November 26, 2007
Every weekend, I find out what the most evil thing in the world is.
Time.
How else is it possible that Friday takes an eternity to arrive and Monday comes in a blink of an eye?
Its just not possible unless time is truly evil. Time watches your every move and it pulls a fast one on you when you least expect it.
I feel dreadful knowing that I am getting older each day and one day will look back and regret the numerous unfulfilled desires/aims.
Why?
Because time is evil. It doesn't give you the luxury of doing things at your own pace or planning your life the way you intend or even sit down and think about what you could have done, because you're too busy doing whatever you need to do now.
You know there's a problem when you hear yourself repeating the same phrase: So much to do, so little time.
Also, how does one ever find the stamina/drive to maximise every single day of their week to its full potential? I know I can't but I know of people who can. Yes, you would think they're on dope.
You get it yeah..this post is about how depressed I am about the severe lack of time/energy and drive I face every.single.day
Maybe I should become a seamstress. Do you think that's any stress at all? Other than that the designation already has the word 'stress in it'.
Or perhaps an ice cream seller. Aaaah, yes...I should be an ice cream seller....Since the only energy draining aspect of the job will be to think of ways to convince people to eat unpopular ice cream flavours such as yam and God knows what else... Bleah.
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