Argh. Why, why, why?
Why is life so frustrating at times and so darn splendid at others?
Why is it that when I’m sitting jobless at home, with all the time in the world to keep me company, I can’t think of anything I really want to do, but now that I’m back and busier than I’ve ever been, I want to do a gazillion and one things that I just don’t have the time for?
Why do the weekends pass by so quickly? More importantly, where do they go?
Why did I never appreciate the times I just had to go for lectures and then come back to my room, instead of going to lab to complete piles and piles of work?
Why is it so easy to fantasize about a brilliant future, but so difficult to picture myself in the fantasy?
Why do I have to go to lab every single day?
Why am I indifferent to the things that matter and needlessly worried about things that don’t? Actually, why is it so hard to differenciate between what matters and what doesn’t?
Why are people mean?
Why the heck is it so difficult to stay positive? I love my life, I love my friends and I have no major worries in life – then why is it so easy to get caught in that mangled web of frustration and depression when there’s so much to be thankful for?
Why is it so much easier to give people advice than to follow it yourself?
Why is procrastination so easy and tempting?
Why are human beings so complicated? Why am I so complicated, when all I’m striving to achieve is plain ol’ simplicity?
Why does it feel normal to vent on the blog, as long as it’s funny, and feel completely awkward to vent genuinely?
Why, why, why is the grass always greener on the other side? Why do I feel annoyed when life is monotonous, then feel doubly annoyed when it isn’t?
Why are these “the best days of my life”? Is there nothing to look forward to?
Why is it so difficult to manage time effectively? Why does it always take such a supreme effort to organize my life?
Why am I even typing out this post when I really don’t feel all that bad today?
I’ll be alright, folks. iPromise 🙂