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Sinusoidal Wave.

Sunday was over. I had not done much, really. It was not unlike the Sundays during the school days. Other than sleeping for half the day, the rest of the were on activities that were easily accessible. Such as watching the tube (yeah, not plasma or LCD), munching on plain crackers aka instant food, or yakking on the phone aka mindless blabbering to someone who is always there for me.Perhaps it seems to be OK to slack, considering I worked hard during the weekdays. But this is not good at all. All the things I left till the Sunday cuz I was too tired. All that financial statements needed to be filed, room needed to be cleaned, life needed to be organized...

Yes, something is missing. That explains the void and nuaism during weekends. Here I'm on the train to work because work like all things such as going for lunches, waking up at six, paying the bills, has settled down into a harmonic sinusoidal wave of activities. I'm doing them cuz I'm supposed to when the time comes.

What's missing? Is it that excitement in the things you do? New motivation? I can't pinpoint to what it is. Am I ready for something bigger in life?Or is it fear? Afraid of stopping here, being satisfied and complacent? The need for constant changes, yet reluctant to move away from my comfort zone?

Time to do some deep thinking...

Comments

egeus said…
I suspect there are spam bots that either crawl the blogspot sites or check blogspot sites on their list for updates.

Everytime I post a new entry, it'll be spammed by anonymous comments. Is my site tagged or something?
KingMeng said…
Could be. I just ignore them, and delete it straightaway.

It also means you're a popular blogger...:P

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