Lights out Alice!
Hope you are doing good. I wanted to touch upon one of my abilities that currently gone into a state of disarray. In my high school days, I had an Elizabethan command over my English and could wave a wand of exuberant words to make an exhilarating sentence that could trance it's listeners into thinking of my greatness over the command of the language.
But sadly, as with any skill that goes unpracticed, I have lost my command over my English. I can tell because the above paragraph that contains a concoction of fancy words has more than a few errors, and that's just what I found through a cursory glance. I am sure more errors will creep through a more in depth analysis.
You will be able to gauge the severity of the situation when I paraphrase in the paragraph below a description of a weak moment I had faced a few days back.
Despair, like beads of sweat, kept trickling down from my temple.
Hope, like salty sweat sheathing my body, evapourating throughout my body as failure became imminent.
The fire from the burning flame of failure, intertwined with my very existence and sown deep into the core of my being made breathing a tedious affair.
The ingredients of success, persistence, discipline, hard work and a never give up attitude along with the special sauce, the ability to meet your deadlines, are now lost to me. A recipe now forgotten. A species now extinct. A time that passed. A moment that faded into nothingness.
It's pretty trivial and easy to see, Alice, that I am pretty bad at meeting my deadlines, at discipline, at meeting my goals, at seeing through all the things that I start. It comes down to the core issue, lack of discipline and focus. That's all I need right now and that's all I can't seem to find.
Have a good day Alice and don't you cry for me, because I will survive. I may not be the best I could be, but hopefully I can keep myself from being the worst I could be.
Lights out Alice!
Hope you are doing good. I wanted to touch upon one of my abilities that currently gone into a state of disarray. In my high school days, I had an Elizabethan command over my English and could wave a wand of exuberant words to make an exhilarating sentence that could trance it's listeners into thinking of my greatness over the command of the language.
But sadly, as with any skill that goes unpracticed, I have lost my command over my English. I can tell because the above paragraph that contains a concoction of fancy words has more than a few errors, and that's just what I found through a cursory glance. I am sure more errors will creep through a more in depth analysis.
You will be able to gauge the severity of the situation when I paraphrase in the paragraph below a description of a weak moment I had faced a few days back.
Despair, like beads of sweat, kept trickling down from my temple.
Hope, like salty sweat sheathing my body, evapourating throughout my body as failure became imminent.
The fire from the burning flame of failure, intertwined with my very existence and sown deep into the core of my being made breathing a tedious affair.
The ingredients of success, persistence, discipline, hard work and a never give up attitude along with the special sauce, the ability to meet your deadlines, are now lost to me. A recipe now forgotten. A species now extinct. A time that passed. A moment that faded into nothingness.
It's pretty trivial and easy to see, Alice, that I am pretty bad at meeting my deadlines, at discipline, at meeting my goals, at seeing through all the things that I start. It comes down to the core issue, lack of discipline and focus. That's all I need right now and that's all I can't seem to find.
Have a good day Alice and don't you cry for me, because I will survive. I may not be the best I could be, but hopefully I can keep myself from being the worst I could be.
Lights out Alice!
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