Abstruse Musing

I tend to fall prey to these turbulent cycles of motivation. One moment, I would feel absolutely productive and motivated. Without any word of warning, I could be completely indifferent. Today my lecturer emailed me my mark for my essay, I made the premature assumption that I would be disappointed with my mark. I started it a few days before the due date and somehow, by pure miracle, managed to regurgitate a little over 2,000 words. Much to my surprise, I got distinction for my rushed piece. I hope this motivation remains with me, at least until I finish all my impending assessments. The memories which we hold dearest to us, almost always return to us in dreams. It is strange how we can forget what once mattered most to us, I feel as though some of my memories have been demoted to feeble manifestations. But I don't want to forget how I came to become this person, so I keep writing here once in a while. Each time I revisit these pages of writing, I recall both definitive and de...

T oday was like any other day, every other day feels the same... Winter is settling in, everything seems to be washed in grey. Maybe even I've been washed in the hues of grey. I caught the 7:45am express train, got on the same carriage, forced my way into the same cramped carriage and daydreamed til i reached my stop some 20 minutes later. Everyone walked in time down the stairs, same routine every single day... Sometimes I wish I could be 10 years old again, wouldn't it be nice to live out each and every day without a care in mind? Wouldn't it be nice to go to school wondering if you'll wake up in time to watch the next installment of Pokemon? Or wonder if you'll ever beat your friend in the maths test? Or wonder what you'll buy at the school canteen with that spare change? These days I wonder if I'll wake up at all in the morning on time, if I'll get a high enough GPA, or if I'll even have the time to eat lunch at all...