Late nights, report-writing, quick breaks, deep breaths and the next report. Of course, after the reports, it was time to mug for the exams. Maybe I was younger and more energetic. Maybe my "mind-over-body" type of willpower was stronger. Maybe there was more hope and a brighter light at the end of tunnel called "school holidays". Whatever it was, it is now lacking. The same drive that fuelled me is not present in sufficient amounts to take me through. I suppose school taught us very well to do all that is given to us. School didn't teach us to throw off things that are given to us. Skills required for survival are sometimes more present in those who are more familiar with the easy way out.
Or am I really part of a fragile Millenium Me Me Me generation, who is now looking higher up the Maslow hierarchy of needs?
Therefore, to go or not to go, to stay or not to stay? Some look for a calling, but some say the calling is in the everyday.
Hang in there. Sometimes, every small step done right, is already an inch in the correct direction.
Or am I really part of a fragile Millenium Me Me Me generation, who is now looking higher up the Maslow hierarchy of needs?
Therefore, to go or not to go, to stay or not to stay? Some look for a calling, but some say the calling is in the everyday.
Hang in there. Sometimes, every small step done right, is already an inch in the correct direction.