Lately, I’ve been writing many essays. To be honest, I’m starting to feel a bit exhausted by it; I am so looking forward to when the deadlines have all passed! In spite of this, there are in-between moments worth savoring, like when inserting a page break turns my assignment into (what looks like) poetry,
It’s important to remember (when study feels dull and lifeless) that each moment is part of living: movement and thoughts measured out over time. I like to take time out to think about this. I tell myself:
“it is all connected, and it is all part of the story”.