“Guests are all downstairs, Ben. Waiting to see you”
”Dad, can you explain them that I have to be alone for a while?”
”These are all good friends, Ben. Most of them have known you since…well, practically, since you were born. What is it, Ben?”
”I’m just…”
”Woried?”
”Well…”
”About what?”
”I guess about my future”
”What about it?”
”I don’t know… I want it to be…”
”To be what?”
”Different.”
Month: January 2018
Procrastination
Tens of opened tabs in my browser, hundreds of pages to read, thousand of seconds of my life that I spend thinking about anything else than I should be thinking about. Uncertainity, hesitation…why is it so hard to find my focus? Where is the old me, who did the things at their time, who wasn’t fidgetting incontrollably searching for the next good read?
Yeah, it’s nice to have internet connection and a cool smartphone, but it was better when the only distraction were the walls. No, I don’t think I can stop easily. No, I’m not sute how to do it.
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