Current word count: zero. The pain of essay writing. As I took my undeserved afternoon nap today, it struck me that I might someday make a career out of this ability to string random words together. Before panic set in, it then struck me that it won't actually be that hard, because who the hell plans articles in point form, who the hell dissects your mental dross for linearity and coherence. Plus, what are editors for?

And as much as I cannot wait for this all to end, my better sense is telling me that moving on means leaving some things behind. I've been told never to regret anything, but when you're confronted with how time is running out so fast and how you passed up so many chances to make it good before... I can't help it. Stupid me. I underestimated the power of regret big time.

So I learnt it the harder way. Do everything you can that's in your control, and leave what's not in your hands to God.

posted by beautiful at 5:59 am