Lacking

Ever since I’ve gotten back from Australia life has seemed to be a bit too mundane for my liking. There’s no zest in life, none of that oohm that was previously abundant (or perhaps there wasn’t any to begin with, just that I’ve only discovered the lack of it). Or maybe all I really need to do is to pull up my socks and start doing things that matter.

Like studying.

But studying is a boring thing indeed. So boring that there are no words that can capture its lack of emotions, so boring that even the birds yawn at it. So boring that it defeats the very purpose it was there for.

Sometimes memorizing things can be so much more interesting than understanding things. Being able to see what you study makes a lot of difference in your attitude.

And now I’m typing incomprehensible garbage that’s keeping me up at night.