I had posted this on Medium a while ago and decided to re-post onto this blog page. I hope it serves as a reminder not just to myself but to those who feel they are in the same position as I. May we overcome our adverse lifestyle to be better and productive, if only to put a smile on our own faces, and I suppose to value the time we have left in this life. Thank you for reading.

So here we are. Again

Too late into the night we have travelled. Aimlessly. Until we cannot decide whether it is still the night or the next morning. The hour where we wished we hadn’t allowed ourselves to stay awake for oh so long. The time where we reminisce upon the daylight hours we spent doing nothing but staring blankly at nothing. The moment where we wished we had slept from the beginning of the night. The seconds tick by. We’re still regretting, because it is too late to do anything but regret. To sulk and cry over that which we have lost. We make a promise to ourselves.

The next day, we will have all of our work completed by the evening. We promise to avoid the temptation of procrastination, we will triumph over the curse of laziness. We will wake up with a new-found sense of desire and determination to be a more responsible human, to allow our days as a wanderer of this planet to have more of an impact. We will shape it with our natures, our desires will keep it alive, keep it turning, so long as we maintain this consistent faith in our ability to overcome our lack of energy.

We go to sleep, believing an hour’s rest will be sufficient for us to regain some strength.

We wake up.

The Sun is directly above us. And a new day becomes wasted. And we go back to the night, or the morning, to the hour that destroys our hopes. And our promise is broken. And we plug up the hole of emptiness we have left with new promises.

One day we will fulfil our dreams. Let’s make it tomorrow.