this morning I woke up at seven to a complete whiteness outside. it’s that time of the year again. it’s twenty five+ degrees celsius. I woke up too early and I had another hour just to laze in bed and do nothing. I don’t think I’ve ever had a chance to enjoy myself in the morning like that. it’s like something inside me allowed me to ease up a little bit. I spent the day finishing up all of my work, completing study notes and working out calculus questions. I’ve grown to like it. just like the english tea. but maybe it’s not related at all.
I am lacking time to write. actual time to write. recently these posts have been stripped to ten, fifteen minutes maximum. I haven’t got time to think about what I am going to write. as long as I write every day. I am not sure whether this was the approach I had in mind at the beginning of the year. but it’s march already and I am not complaining. this weekend has brought something to me, something new. something that I hadn’t seen before. but people around me have and that just proved how stupid I can be sometimes.
but I guess that has always been part of my learning process. I have many things to focus on, even more to think about — these things are constant. the only thing I seem to be missing is someone constant.