17.3.17

Fuck this shit

For the last few years I've been feeling a growing, gnawing sense of malaise. Wasted minutes turn into wasted days. Wasted days turn into months, and years. Time is a non-renewable resource. It's our most precious commodity. And I'm letting it slip through my fingers.
I haven't been able to work out why I felt that I was wasting time. Recently, I've begun to reach an understanding.
I've stopped deliberately getting better at things.