dolorous interludes.

Perspective is a strange affair. There are indefinite means and ways in which one can view a certain situation and such are the reasons why decisions are always difficult to make. Instinct. Whose should i be trusting? mine own, or the vibes of my closer friends and family? Sincerity. how does one know exactly where the arbitrary line is drawn to determine whether one falls into the category of "genuine" or "hypocritical", or simply, "inconsistent"? my mood. plain frustrated now. i think the burden of teaching and knowing that i hold a grave responsibility over the results and education of the brightest minds has been setting in. last night i dreamt that i quit my job. its too pressurising. just dont wish to be lousy or uninspiring. i want to touch lives, to motivate, to inspire. what if that is just beyond my reach? geography. how does one make it interesting at such a fundamental level when i only truly saw its applicability at seventeen?

i think my life lacks a certain routine that regulates my mind; enhancing my certainty when it comes to various matters especially. bah i just need some time off from everything. need some self time. have a good weekend, you all.

posted by voyeur @ 1/17/2004 12:58:00 PM