I wonder how much time I've wasted, what I would have done with that time.
I wonder how much is left undone, how much I can actually push myself to complete.
Sometimes it's just that plain lack of inspiration, from something, somewhere, somehow, which I can't find.
Sometimes it's just the thought of having to trudge thru with all the excess baggage holding me back, that makes everything worse.
Sometimes it's just plain laziness, plain allowance of myself, freedom to rot and escape.
The mind is too powerful a thing. Half the battle is always fought in there first.
Stop thinking so much, dumb philosopher think-you-are (not even a wannabe)..opps.
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