Strolling through grocery store aisles is therapeutic. Went into one today with the intention of marching out with a load of candy but only managed a box.
Life has been hectic, mundane, pressurizing and repetitive. Been spending most of my waking hours in the library poring over notes. Another 6 months till this ordeal is over. I do feel myself hanging by a thread sometimes, and it takes a lot of willpower to muster the strength to keep myself from throwing in the towel. The thought of giving up is disgustingly enticing, but it would only spell a future that’s beyond bleak.
A couple times a day, I start to let my mind drift off to other things that I’d rather be doing with my life now, and in the future. Some of which are possible and some, I know, will only remain a dream. And these are the very moments when I start to doubt the meaning of life.
Sure, there are moments where you’re so glad you’re alive but for now, I don’t see it. And yet, knowing that there are so many people out there who would kill to be me, or in my position, gives me that push I need to trudge through the day, albeit this being sick, sick motivation.