I don't know exactly what I love in life. I feel lost, I feel a sense of drifting.
I skipped my Making of the Modern World lecture for the first time today, which led me to the realization that I'm actually in charge of my life (despite any constraints in this world). It's the most powerful feeling, tragic yet beautifully refreshing in a way.
With that said...
What am I doing with my so-called freedom at this moment? Procrastinating.
10 seconds later though, "it" (whatever "it" may be) kicks in. Is it conscience? Or is it morality that can easily be interpreted as a complex form of self-indulgence derived from wanting to be selfishly productive and successful? Either way, I'm starting my homework at 1:30. Why? Because I'm human. I'll always have things to do.
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