Here I am lying in my hostel room, trying to fall asleep when my head gets loose and a thought pops up.
They tell me about the things I could and should be doing, about how and why I fuck it up a little yet another day. When I could have been better, for I am son of the fortunate generation,
then why does the resistance strike, which make me able to do the not so right and not so productive thing, day in and day out.
For a reader of self help/consciousness books I know that I’m in the loop. The unfullfilling loop which is only broken by real effort and work on my part.
And yet again in the moment I always fail to express the authenticity, fogged by the addicted mind, to the things more comfortable.
Guess I’m still in the loop. Haha.