Dithering

You know that feeling old people get when they notice the first greying strand lurking in the midst of their dark mane?

I felt it today.

It’s the same feeling you get when you hear the invigilator yell “30 minutes left” and you look down at your still empty examination script.

Still the same feeling when you’re in a four hundred meters race and in your exhaustion you look up to find your counterpart a few more steps away from the finished line while  you still have a lap to go.

It isn’t about the physical feeling; like a growling in the belly or a skip in one’s heartbeat, it’s the sense of urgency it brings.

Knowing there’s so much to do in so little time.

Knowing the days aren’t measuring up to the goals written.

Knowing that getting a little laxer might get it all crashing down

Today makes it two years since I bagged a degree in Mass Communication

I still question if this is the dream.

 

4 thoughts on “Dithering

  1. I can totally relate to this. The uncertainty that is. Too many people say I’d know in time, I just want to scream out that time is ticking! Fast at that!

    We’d get by though. That’s certain.
    Well articulated piece.

    • I know right! Worst comment ever (the whole knowing in time thing). Sadly, they’re totally right. It all falls in the right places in time. Thank you for stopping by.

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