Just took a nap because my mind has been in a fog lately - I'm at a loss, not knowing what to do, what to prioritise and just generally wasting my time away.
But that half an hour really cleared it all up. Maybe it was the things I dreamt of, which were so ridiculously inconsequential that made me realise what I needed to be focusing on instead, and who I should stop thinking and caring about so much.
The paper chase seems to be such a long and never ending journey, one that seems fruitless, and yet holds so much promise. The allure of new places, experiences, friends and yet the futility of a hectic life since we all turn to dust eventually...
But I guess I can think about that when I have less things to do and stress about.
On the other hand, I feel like sometimes I overestimate myself and try too hard. I guess I just have to learn to let go some things that aren't meant to be. It's been an enjoyable time but I guess it's time to have realistic expectations about how things will end up.
