'Youth is wasted on the Young'

a.k.a ME

I've been on a short break from the yet-to-be-truly-hectic semester. At one point of my uni life i would've jumped for joy, and that i did. Last week.

I am bored as hell now.

I don't know if i miss uni life. Doesn't seem like that exactly. But i do know that sitting at home has broken down the very thin walls of my patience. And my sanity.

Its also made me question the very lazy nature that i've adopted the past few years. I use to dream big. I occasionally still do. But one trait remains the same: the lack of actual execution. I feel like i've wasted a huge chunk of my youth. I look back and think, 'where did it all go'?

I could pacify the inner demons by saying: Living Life. And that could morph itself to be truth, in time.

Yet time is still on my side, though barely enough. Which is why i've set the wheels in motion.

Two big dreams. Maybe a third. 8 months.

Wish me luck!