Another Week

The weekend draws near. My physical strength dwindles close to collapse, my mental stability is almost jeopardized. Early mornings, late nights, little sleep. This is the life of a student. My life, and the lament of a thousand voices that I create behind me, in my mind, so as to emphasize my point and feel confident about it, even though there's no point in whining. 

This is going to be a long tiresome semester. I know I will meet my deadlines ahead of time, and I will work hard and waste no time. At least that's what the ideal me would do, but I'm not ideal. Far from that, I am a sloth, a creeping maggot on a silky cushion of warmth.  Wasting time is easy, being productive and efficient is not. My time is characterized by events; periods of long wasteful nonsense, and stressed-out, efficient working periods, that produce results that could have been achieved leisurely and way better earlier on. 

I guess this has always been me. I never really studied much, if at all, prior to exams in the past, and I grew in an environment littered with distractions. However, I do believe that these distractions made me who I am today, for I have learnt so much from my mistakes, which I still do. Learning is a life long process, and I am still building myself up while eroding my useless traits. Well, let's say there is no useless trait, for even these have their share in the formation of a character. 

What I tend to do now is stop writing, because even though I have only spent few minutes putting my thoughts into words, I am still creating my own distractions to avoid being efficient and avoid completing tasks which should have higher priorities. Priorities. What a word full of meaning, isn't it?

I need to work on my priorities.