Heartburned, But Not Of Love
I’m having heart problems, but not of the medical sort, and not the love/romance sort either…
Ever put your heart into something you love doing or working on, but only to meet utter disappointment and negative response in the end? It’s something like changing a flat tire in the pouring rain, only to find out the spare tire is flat as well after lowering the jack, but this time it’s multiplied exponentially. The bad feeling carries over to the only escape that most of us have from the real world, our dreams, and propagates back into our conciousness even stronger.
It’s psychological, definitely; picture waking up early in the morning and feeling tired already, but not just the body, but the soul as well. I feel drained even before the day takes its opportunity to drain me. But then again… it might be the consequences of what I am doing right now… the stress level comes with the package… but does it have to be this way?
I have a choice, right?