Saturday, March 18, 2017
This isn't the first time that I've hinted at time on my blog; how scarce it is, how fleeting is, you know, the usual clichés. How envious I am of Hermione's time-stopping-and-reversing thingy, which allows her to study all the things, go to all the classes.
I don't have a time-stopping-and-reversing thingy.
I can't do all the exercise I want to do, read all that I want to read, write all that I want to write. Sure, I spend too much time on my phone, losing precious time on idle Whatsapp or Instagram scrolling, when I could be investing in quality time with friends&fam, or in working towards, you know, making the world a better place.
It frustrates me so much.
According to my psychologist, the problem is that "I have too many interests," which he doesn't view as a problem at all. But after two weeks in college, I feel immensely tired and immensely frustrated at the fact that I just CAN'T study all the things, go to all the meetings, do all the socializing.
I CAN'T BE PERFECT AND I WANT TO BE.
Or, better yet; I want to recognize and aprecciate my finitude, take a deep breath, read a good poem, and think "what is really so terrible about being human?"