It’s like an evil prophecy that is constantly being repeated around.
Half of the day disappear so quickly. I deal with things I have to do because that’s what society expects from me. And when I finally have time for myself, it’s not enough.
I have that desire to be best at everything that I do. But it seems to me that I’m more of a robot rather than a human.
Maybe I have a lot of projects that I want to do. Maybe I love the freedom, which I had the opportunity to taste. Or those ideas that I’m full of. Not everyone sees what I’ve accomplished.
Am I lying to myself? Do I exaggerate? It depends on the point of view.
I just know I’m exhausted and that rest is always postponed. But I do not want to stop or have excuses. Every single minute that I dedicate to myself is a victory and joy. If I want to go forward, I can not stop. Otherwise, I would disappoint myself.