With the end of the semester so near it's sad yet exhilarating to know that soon, for three whole weeks, the hardest question my brain will have to endure is whether I should get my lazy ass out of bed before,or after noon.
I always find that toward the end of each semester I find myself tired of the subjects I'm studying and looking forward to the new ones that are soon to be starting. Always looking for the subject that will spark my interest so much that I will immediately say to myself "self, this is what you are supposed to do for the rest of your life." How many of us, I wonder, spend their lives doing something that they feel they weren't meant to do. And what of the select few who find their life's vocation and are blissfully happy doing it.
I find myself asking, what would it be like to wake up in the morning and look forward to going to work?
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