Delete. Delete. Delete. Ctrl+Z. Delete. Still a blank page. Sigh…
I’m wake earlier than I would like to be on a weekend. I remember the days when I could sleep in till 2 in the afternoon considering that I was in bed by 1 a.m., which was before my usual bedtime back then. These days I feel like I’m consciously slipping into a coma by 11 p.m. Oh, college days were the living years, where the body could resist sleep for over 24 hours and consume excess quantities of caffeine. Five years later it’s one cup of coffee in the morning before heading off to work and a fixed body clock that rules the rest of the day.
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away… If only it was that simple. If only time were a falling star you could put in your pocket and never let fade away. But the truth is, you cannot catch a falling star as you would no sooner get burned by a pebble-sized ball of fire.
Time. A meteorite speeding through the atmosphere at 40 kilometers per second. You can’t catch it. You can’t stop it. And sooner than you know you’re twenty-odd something years wishing you had kept a diary, or rather had continued to pen your life into the fancy notebooks you bought for that sole purpose, but a few pages in just left off. I guess I loved the scent of fresh paper and the prospect of a new hardback to fill with significant moments in time, then when it wasn’t so fresh and new anymore, the allure faded away.
Seems like a shallow made-up excuse, doesn’t it? I should just admit to laziness, or say with nonchalance that life was just so good that I wanted to live every second to the fullest instead of sitting at home writing about it. To the latter, I would be lying.
More dose of prose
I’m wake earlier than I would like to be on a weekend. I remember the days when I could sleep in till 2 in the afternoon considering that I was in bed by 1 a.m., which was before my usual bedtime back then. These days I feel like I’m consciously slipping into a coma by 11 p.m. Oh, college days were the living years, where the body could resist sleep for over 24 hours and consume excess quantities of caffeine. Five years later it’s one cup of coffee in the morning before heading off to work and a fixed body clock that rules the rest of the day.
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away… If only it was that simple. If only time were a falling star you could put in your pocket and never let fade away. But the truth is, you cannot catch a falling star as you would no sooner get burned by a pebble-sized ball of fire.
Time. A meteorite speeding through the atmosphere at 40 kilometers per second. You can’t catch it. You can’t stop it. And sooner than you know you’re twenty-odd something years wishing you had kept a diary, or rather had continued to pen your life into the fancy notebooks you bought for that sole purpose, but a few pages in just left off. I guess I loved the scent of fresh paper and the prospect of a new hardback to fill with significant moments in time, then when it wasn’t so fresh and new anymore, the allure faded away.
Seems like a shallow made-up excuse, doesn’t it? I should just admit to laziness, or say with nonchalance that life was just so good that I wanted to live every second to the fullest instead of sitting at home writing about it. To the latter, I would be lying.
