Not Challenged Enough
This quarantine has seen the worst slump in my motivation, ever. I have negligible motivation to do just about anything, even moving away from the comfort of my bed. I thought a lot, more than I could handle, to the point where I stopped before I could take action. Slight hair loss was just one of the many consequences.
Doing the same damn things while being cooped up sucks the life out of me. All I could do was procrastinate, work at the last minute, sleep, and cry about everything. Life seemed to have ceased meaning. I was just a guinea pig, clueless, running on that damned wheel with no escape in sight.
Then, I paused.
Instead of thinking, I started reflecting. Is it the world that stacked the odds against me, or was it my skewed mindset that made my perspective so murky? Am I the one with the most losses here? Is this quarantine causing me to be the idle being I never wanted to be?
And that’s when it hit me: I’m making too many excuses. In reality, being stuck at home could lead to valuable experiences and new insights. What I had to do was find those opportunities — or if there weren’t any, I could make opportunities for myself.
Venturing out of my comfort zone, little by little, was finally rekindling the embers that have stayed cold for too long. I was glowing again.
At last, I brought myself out of this shell of shrouded outlook. It was a barrier that I created, and boy am I happy that I can finally look beyond it.
