I love or just having a bad habit of working on a rush schedule. Many times since I have become a journalist I will write a story a few minutes before the given deadline, go to work a few minutes before the actual schedule, and threatens the pedicab driver when I arrived too late.
Now, this blog has become a blog, dormant as it is. Like the idea of blogging since it started in the 90s minus the aim of monetization, it serves as an online diary of sorts, only to remember when something happens, or if you found your diary lying somewhere after long months went unnoticed.
It’s time to post something, just for the sake of posting.
I have a monotonous life. I choose this mind you. The idea of having to wake up, check the newsfeed on my Facebook, occasionally Twitter and if the internet connections seem to load forever, prepared a script of fighting an unknown enemy, conquering new land in the never-ending war of Command and Conquer: Generals plus drink coffee, smoke and next day the repetition.
I missed the excitement of going out, finding scopes, meeting new people, and travel. The privilege of a media pass is too much to ignore. But this time, things change as time passes, strange as it is, I have to admit it’s getting boring. And the worse part, time is not always on my side.
My only consolation in this getting boring scenario is the few people that make my day every day. People telling me stories, young ones disturbing my office in the afternoon and the moment seems to remain in repetition. I think I’m getting used to it and just think it would be exciting. But it isn’t.
I have a lot of things to do, websites to make, make money endeavors that for long have remained on paper. But they say dreaming, or wishing for something higher isn’t that bad, since I believe it will keep you going instead. But I also know words without actions are like faith without deeds – the dream will die eventually. I don’t mind doing things all over again, wishing I may stumble on a lucky coin someday to get that big break and change something, my financial situation, my focus on life, my contentment but that remains wishful thinking.
I have few hours remaining before I travel again hundreds of kilometers away from this desk for a job-related seminar and although my mind rebels of going on a long trip expecting a tired body, and lack of sleep I need to be excited. Maybe I need to widen my horizon a little bit, find new things to enjoy and indulge and meet surprises.
But still, this is a rush. So I need to catch a little sleep.