Tempest

Sunday, 14 January 2007

Extra-ordinary

'The heights by great men,
reached and kept,
were not attained by sudden flight.
But, they while their companions slept...
were toiling upwards in the night.'

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

when I have work to do...I spend my precious time in between palpitations worrying about how in the world I'll get it all done.

When I do sit down to work...I feel tired and sleepy.

When I decide to take a break and enjoy...I spoil half my fun by thinking about the work I have to do.

When I do my work and focus...I fell like time is running out and even a propellor with the speed of light will not help me keep pace.

When I have an extra hour to work...I procastinate.

Irresponsible. Irrepressible. Unfocussed. Indifferent. Unabashed.

How extra-ordinary I am.

Then why the hell am I not toiling??

(Dinner with friends in 5...lecture someone??)

Posted by Pavitra :: 13:54 :: 5 comments