O level is ruling...
and it desires to be the sole ruler....
so I shall let it be...
at least for now...
Finally I realize that time is the real master of the whole world. It never stops running, keeping our mind, heart and actions revolving around it. It is both a gift and a privilege----a treasure when it is wisely spent and a waste when it is left to slip away. More than once, the revelation that time is "out of stock" strikes me as a ultimatum, blasting me into awareness that it is not yet late to "make a change"----many people can do it; many people have done it; and many people are still doing it. Why can't I be one of them, or joining them as one of the warriors who fight and survive the strike?
Multi-tasking is my prowess, yet it is failing me recently. A good juggler is not naturally born to do wonders, and my stunts are now becoming parodies. I try as usual to divide my attention to several different areas only to find that they are all severed and detached, no longer intact as before. So I collect those pieces and sew them together. It feels better then, though at the cost of my efficiency. The unfathomable natures of quantity and quality make them look like the antipodes of the same magnet, always attracting each other yet will never meet. When trying to strike a balance by hitting the midpoint, you find the middle part of the magnet the least magnetised... You are trapped at the bottleneck, like everyone else.
Like me.
Two days more and I will zero in on my homework, a daunting, gruelling yet practically achievable task. These two days are my last chance in this holiday to amend my loopholes. After this, hopefully all my dormant energy will be exerted on those "yet to be chartered territories".
I'm intrepid in the face of challenges, so there is always hope ahead hidden in the darkest, coldest and even the most inhospitable corner, buried deep inside, waiting to be exhumed.
I shall let it see the sunlight.
and it desires to be the sole ruler....
so I shall let it be...
at least for now...
Finally I realize that time is the real master of the whole world. It never stops running, keeping our mind, heart and actions revolving around it. It is both a gift and a privilege----a treasure when it is wisely spent and a waste when it is left to slip away. More than once, the revelation that time is "out of stock" strikes me as a ultimatum, blasting me into awareness that it is not yet late to "make a change"----many people can do it; many people have done it; and many people are still doing it. Why can't I be one of them, or joining them as one of the warriors who fight and survive the strike?
Multi-tasking is my prowess, yet it is failing me recently. A good juggler is not naturally born to do wonders, and my stunts are now becoming parodies. I try as usual to divide my attention to several different areas only to find that they are all severed and detached, no longer intact as before. So I collect those pieces and sew them together. It feels better then, though at the cost of my efficiency. The unfathomable natures of quantity and quality make them look like the antipodes of the same magnet, always attracting each other yet will never meet. When trying to strike a balance by hitting the midpoint, you find the middle part of the magnet the least magnetised... You are trapped at the bottleneck, like everyone else.
Like me.
Two days more and I will zero in on my homework, a daunting, gruelling yet practically achievable task. These two days are my last chance in this holiday to amend my loopholes. After this, hopefully all my dormant energy will be exerted on those "yet to be chartered territories".
I'm intrepid in the face of challenges, so there is always hope ahead hidden in the darkest, coldest and even the most inhospitable corner, buried deep inside, waiting to be exhumed.
I shall let it see the sunlight.
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