On July 27, 2021, I committed to writing 100 words a day for 100 days. It is now 13th August. I only ended up writing 2 daily posts 😂. I don't know if I should laugh at myself or cry.
I am quite aware of the effects consistency has on acquiring new skills, building stuff, or health for that matter. But I tend to start something new, do it religiously for a few days, and then just I just give up. This has been the story of life, to be honest. I am constantly torn between living life freely, without any schedule, and living ambitiously. I don't see anything wrong with either of the sides. But contemplating another thing while doing one thing is bad. Even if I manage to acquire these 'good' habits, how long will I be able to follow them?
My entire life? That seems impossible. Then what is the point of it all? I don't even have answers to these questions.
I think this is what a quarter-life crisis unfolding live on a blog looks like. Anyways it is very late now, I need to sleep so I can wake up early morning to snooze my alarm. I honestly don't even know if I am going to write again tomorrow.
Until then, Ciao!