I had nothing to do. Absolutely nothing.

  Okay. Perhaps I was exaggerating it a bit, but I genuinely felt that anything I do will have no meaning at this point of time.

  I didn’t feel motivated, nor did I feel the need to change myself. Just recently I came home, and my mind has been stuck in a fog for the past hour. Even though my phone was in front of me, I couldn’t bring myself or even force myself to grab it. That’s how bored I was, or to be more precise, it’s as if I was stuck afloat, drifting on my bed not knowing whether life had meaning or not.

  Sleeping wasn’t an option since it wasn’t evening yet so I had all this time to do something positive, yet I couldn’t bring myself to. Times like these is where one must overcome the wall and break their limiter right? Nope. For someone like me, it was out of the question. Only people with true passion or main characters had that something in them to break through. I, however, was just a normal person. I could clearly see my future was bleak.

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  Suddenly, deep inside myself, something akin to desperation suddenly rose and I found myself standing up. My stomach rumbled.

  My life right now may be bleak, but one has to eat in order to live. And that’s what I’ll do.