25. Saturday
I've been reading past entries. Notepads and short stories alike. Stories that were almost always left unfinished.
Then I wondered. I'm lover of hobbies, of collections and things that are quite mundane in nature. Where had my zest in these things went? What had I been doing, struggling to balance the worlds that I reside in. Things are generally falling apart in all those aspects.
If I tried to focus on studies, my hobbies and the old things I did as a SOLE student kicks in.
If I tried to focus on work, I get tempted by drinking every now and then, getting home late at night and just wallow in self pity and depression.
If I worry about things at home, houseworks and acting like a human remote control, everything would be spiraling down the drain.
Maybe I lack the capability to become a renaissance man - one who does entirely everything. Maybe I should stop aiming to be one. So then, I won't live on like this.
That's right. I should probably grow up.
