I just survived 3 torturous hours of Inorganic and Physical Chemistry.
I am being driven by doubts and fears in different aspects of my life. All this negativity is taking a toll on me, my soul, my body, my feelings, my thoughts.
Dark soldiers are trying to invade my castle and claim it as their own, and I, at the top of the tallest tower, am instructing my army to defend it. My army is holding up, for now, but I fear they won't be able to take it for much longer. How will they survive doing this for 3 whole years?
Can an army, under pressure, tired and injured, get stronger over time?
The dark soldiers seem to be multiplying. With evil grins painted on their faces, they spear at the gates effortlessly and unrelentingly in the attempt of breaking through. My men are getting tired, I can see it in their eyes, even though they deny it and brush it off with a laugh.
In each and every one of them, lie dreams and hopes of success, of getting what they want in life, of ideal situations, of simplicity in daily routine, of happiness. However, there lies an impending doom, a looming wave of nails. The sharp points gleam menacingly at my poor soldiers, waiting, just waiting for them to let their guard down.
Only then will they proceed to eternally devour my army, along with their hopes and dreams of how life should be.
I am being driven by doubts and fears in different aspects of my life. All this negativity is taking a toll on me, my soul, my body, my feelings, my thoughts.
Dark soldiers are trying to invade my castle and claim it as their own, and I, at the top of the tallest tower, am instructing my army to defend it. My army is holding up, for now, but I fear they won't be able to take it for much longer. How will they survive doing this for 3 whole years?
Can an army, under pressure, tired and injured, get stronger over time?
The dark soldiers seem to be multiplying. With evil grins painted on their faces, they spear at the gates effortlessly and unrelentingly in the attempt of breaking through. My men are getting tired, I can see it in their eyes, even though they deny it and brush it off with a laugh.
In each and every one of them, lie dreams and hopes of success, of getting what they want in life, of ideal situations, of simplicity in daily routine, of happiness. However, there lies an impending doom, a looming wave of nails. The sharp points gleam menacingly at my poor soldiers, waiting, just waiting for them to let their guard down.
Only then will they proceed to eternally devour my army, along with their hopes and dreams of how life should be.
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