I've been managing that illness called a writer's block for some days now. I don't feel like writing even when my conscious mind tells me it's not good for my blog, but we can't fight this august illness right? We just need to manage our way through to draft out something we hope Makes sense at least. This is a lazy post with no title, just me struggling with my mind to do something out of this depressing state. I feel busy yet I have the entire day to sleep, have you ever felt this way before? You aren't doing anything, but feel busy and just want to rest the rest you're already resting. That's me right now.
Can I drop my pen now and say goodnight? That would be against the law of word count, so I do have to spin and spin around the point until the last line where I just hit it. there's no point anywhere- it's a lazy man post anyways. In the comfort of my room and on the comfort of my bed I pondered about life in its entirety, what can satisfy a man that he never has to hunger and taste for anything. The rich keep working for money and he's never satisfied, the poor seek after wealth and they're not comforted.
As spherical as the earth is, is the desire of a man. It goes round and round and we are not filled up from want. There's always a longing that keeps us going, a longing to prosper , a longing to be loved, a longing to have peace , but among others , a longing to rest.. You can't get these longings all at a time, there's always a denial of some percent. The lazy man chose the latter - a lot of sleep while the rich chose the former -to prosper and get little sleep. Life then focuses on your priorities