Progress for progress’s sake must be discouraged.
I find content in what I am doing, but not satisfaction. Can I confuse the two? I doubt so.
I daresay it is a good thing that I am putting more effort into my studies, but I find no joy in it. Imaging dragging yourself with steel chained to your feet. Burdensome.
I found this mysterious hype to study, even though I don’t know what, and I certainly still don’t enjoy doing it.
Looking back, I really miss secondary school life. I miss writing compositions and essays. I guess, there are even less chances for me to flourish my command of English. Oh boy do I miss it.
Thin as ice, tough as steel. Watch your step, care your heel. The days that we live in are treacherous and evil.