The whole week has been both
fulfilling and tiring. My breath has become shorter as i climb the
stairs. My body's tired and wanted rest. My mind has been wanting to
relax.
Part of me wants to give all my academic endeavors up. I
have been haunted with the question: what exactly is the significance of
my toil?
Of course i am very grateful with my students.
Nothing compares with my encounter with them but what constrain me are
the meetings,
paperworks and people who are too full of themselves (i guess i am one of them).
I want to retreat. I want to stay longer on the mat. I want to breathe more. I want my body to be at ease again.
Om. I want to live. Work is killing my body. Except for my teaching, i want to give up everything else.
