A Melancholy Journal

I do not know what is actually happening on me. Today I kicked start with my 1st term exam with the Chemistry paper 1. I am actually well prepared for it, at least I think so. But when the time comes, my mind was in a blank. And no doubt, I had done a lot of silly mistakes.

Well, I can say I lost my self lately. I can hardly remember on what I have studied and come to the worst is I cannot even solve a simple question involving simplified mathematics calculations. Though I might be working hard this time, I might not score. I understand my situation well.

Was the sentence that I heard on the Mother's Day eve that curls up all my train of thought? Most probably this might be the main reason. Everyone has a limit towards an extreme misery, so am I. I think, I just need a good rest and have to find someone whom I can trust with to talk to. It is actually exam time now and I do not wish to interrupt any of my friends. So I might keep this for the next two weeks. I hope I can hold myself back and do not collapse.

Hedonism lost its colours in life

And is replaced by black and white

The blithe spirit lost its sight

And no longer be seen

Fervour towards laughter is curtailed

Melancholic melody is once be played

To take over your sunny aspect

And gaiety of spirit

Sacrifice

Looking at the stack of books that make up a hill
Sitting in front of the icy monitor trying to complete whatever you called it as assignment
You start to grumble around
You shout for liberty
And trying to grasp a breathe at the gap in between
When you understand what the true feeling of being fatiqued is
You lost your intention and notion as an optimistic one
This is how you may practise
But
This is strictly prohibited in my life
When you learn to sacrifice
It is actually an impetus to the shore
A glory shore after you conquer the ordeals that lined up all the way
The name of conqueror will appear on the hall of fame
From here
I deduce
“The highest level of learning is to sacrifice”