This weekend, just like every other weekend, time gradually melted away and evaporated into thin air leaving behind the guilt and remorse of not using it well enough. The unfinished, disjointed notes of my phone did not transform into full-length writeups. My virgin notepad was left untouched and unattended yet again. Laziness hijacked my flight of senses forcing me to surrender my plans of cooking those raw ideas which have been marinating in my brain since eternity, hoping to be materialized when time allows. But when time did show up on the weekend, I allowed myself to be distracted by another shiny object on the Internet.
Hours slid past my unseeing eyes and the weekend sunset manifested itself despite the gloomy clouds. As the night slowly enveloped the sky, the stars of Sunday night gathered around for their evening tea and laughed heartily at my vicious cycle of procrastination. Darkness tainted the windows of inspiration and cursed me for living a bland life filled with unproductiveness and not contributing anything of meaning or impact. Laying on my bed with a heavy heart and two tired eyes, I cuddled with my anxiety and begrudgingly went to sleep only to get up the next day and answer ” ’twas good!” when asked “How was your weekend?”
The dreams of taking over the world have now been pushed to the next weekend, just like every other weekend.