After months of procrastination, I finally scraped off remnants of sloth and mustered all my net willpower to write this post. I miss it, actually. I actually couldn’t figure myself why the sudden pause. Until now, I just don’t understand why am I so inconsistent? I’m great in planning, but sucked in execution. What on earth is happening to me?
Why did I let laziness run my life? How did I let media dictate my thoughts and manipulate my perspectives? Why did I let my brain rot in laziness and foolishness? Why did I let myself join the bandwagon of dipping one’s feet in shallow waters? Why did waste a lot of time?
I am so better than this. What I want right now is to bring my old, enthusiastic self. That self who blogs almost everyday and doesn’t give a damn about attention, public opinion about her and whatnot. That self who yearns to steer away from popular interests and enjoy being different. I’ll be a hypocrite if I’d say I hate anything mainstream, which, let me clarify, I don’t. What I actually hate and am scared of is losing myself — letting others tattoo their insights on my arm.
And I think it’s slowly happening.
