It's been more than a year since the pandemic has grounded us. Things moved so slowly initially. Unable to travel/go out, stuck at home. There are days where I don't know which day it was. Everything felt like a drag.
Things are better now. Adapting to a new norm. Time seems to quicken up its pace once more.
*Blink* one hour has gone *blink* one day has gone *blink* one week has gone *blink* one month has gone.
Life is passing by so so quickly. Why?
Is it how the internet connects us to information so fast that our brain is flooded without a chance for a breather? Is time really moving faster? Is it because we fill our minds with so many things at the same time? Did we truly achieve more by moving so fast?
I went back to school. Studying a topic that I keep finding myself going back to, Psychology. Now I find myself spending every available moment studying. It's only been 1.5months and I am trying really hard to balance family, love, self, work, school, and friends. Gone are the weekends where I can set aside hours to feed my soul.
Glad that I'm managing the stress quite well. Being conscious the moment I'm stressing over if my best is not gonna make it, or when I try to compare myself with others, FOMO...etc etc. Nip it at the bud before it can manifest. I want to love everything. Not let stress or pressure kills it. Big picture.
Not gonna give meaning to past struggles, nor gonna sugarcoat the future for motivation.
The art of non-striving. How does one aim for excellence without striving?
One thing at a time. Just show up and do your best.
Be it good, be it bad, come what may.
Acceptance of reality, of self, of now,
is bigger than anything in this world.
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