For times, I could stay awake till very late, just to play game. Yet, for this very time, I hardly focus on my FYP persistently. Indeed, without much excitement enjoyed, I am not able to focus on a particular work. I am so much controlled by the outer factors, rather than my own mind. I am so weak in my determination to stay focus and to get things done. I am just not a good master of my own body.
Sense of sleepiness is crawling all over me whilst I have not achieved what I would have done. This is so much a difficult time for me as I really wish that I could stay on and finish it. Yeah! Find the motivation, the passion, and the excitement. I am supposed to finish it. I am going to finish it!
If I am not going to control my body, I am going to deceive my body. Hehe... (grinning)
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
Belief
"For some years I have been afflicted with the belief that flight is possible to man."
- Wilbur Wright, May 13, 1900
- Wilbur Wright, May 13, 1900
Fate Vs Life (2)
KaiZao Shi Fu slightly touched upon this topic in last week's talk. Being human, our heart tend to look outward. We tend to believe more upon what others say . However, for what we perceived, it all arises from how our heart perceives. In order not to worry over some "untruthful" perception, we should observe our heart well. To observe, how we perceive. To observe, how we think. To observe, how we breathe. To observe, how we live.
Erosion
Laziness has eroded me, wholly. I came across a phone dialogue where my friend spoke in such a speed that I hardly catch up what he saying. I sensed that inner stress built-up so immensely that I hardly control myself. Now, I have to admit that I have been slacking for too long till the mind and soul are not at form at all. The brain is doing its work so slowly. Also, it hardly focuses to get things done. The soul has been weakin sustaining any pressure. Laziness has caught me up in the comfort zone that is shrinking from days to days. In past few years, the brain has not been challenged in any thinking process. It wanes, in its ability and its strength. So does my soul. A self-established comfort zone has allowed the soul to get softer.
What shall I do?
What shall I do?
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
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