Liberated, Freed and Emancipated
Serious post ahead, might be boring.
Exams are finally over, and so should be my stress. However, to me, that’s not exactly the case though…. There has been many distractions for me throughout the year, resulting to minimal study on my part. As a student, I didn’t think I fulfilled my responsibility. There are various instances where I should have done something, but instead more than often, nothing is done. Even if there’s some action on my part, that act it self doesn’t contribute to my final goal as a university student.
Disappointed I am, with myself. I really am not sure what the hell on Earth has gotten into me since I left school a few years ago. Perhaps it has always been like this, perhaps it is just that I had two pairs of watchful eyes that ensured that I did what I am supposed to do back then. Freed of the guidance, I guess that part of me which had always been sealed off is awakened by various stimuli present in the real world.
Funny as it seem, hardwork is not so much a virtue anymore these days. People, the younger ones, often try put on airs by claiming that with minimal or no work on their part, they are able to achieve desirable results. The value of hardwork is depreciating, as a function of time. It appears that the new generation are placing inborn talent above hardwork, so much so that everyone wants to be part of the gifted group who are bestowed upon by the heavens. I sure was a fool myself, to believe such moronic lies, and to share such deluded views. If indeed I was given a choice of the title of geniuses, I’d definitely choose to be a Genius of Hardwork.
Stupid and foolish are the only words that can describe me, though they are not sufficient. Sloth has gotten into me as well, a result, I believe, of my foolish views of nature of things. No more did I believe that I should work for things that I desired. Instead, I was began to wished that things would just fall off the sky, right through the roof and onto my laps. Foolish indeed.
Perhaps this is one of the few times where the better part of me is conscious. But I do not know how long this state of mind will last. I truly fear that I might slip back into the oblivion conjured by Sloth. All pleasure’s the same, it just keeps me from problems. Problems that I ought to provide a solution to. Perhaps I should just find comfort in pain. It will be tough, but I don’t think I’m left with much options.
I don’t intend to say more, I think I’ve said enough. I also don’t think I will be responding much to this post. If you find it meaningless, sorry I have wasted your time.







