To Work or Not To Work?

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The clock ticks on and on and on, and still she sits at her table, waiting. Not for her knight in shining armour or the prick that said he would meet her at eight but didn’t, oh no, it’s not that kind of story. She looks at the time yet again and stares at what lies on the table top. Her evening has pretty much been spent in this exact fashion, listening to the ticking of the clock, listening to the constant drone in the background of the room, just listening. Sometimes she fiddles with her cell phone, replying texts, laughing at memes, the usual. She has even found herself staring outside her window, enjoying the beautiful view, yes indeed its beautiful. Not that she hasn’t seen this particular view a million times but there is just something magical about it today, something alluring, and she finds herself going back and forth from the window, to the table top, to the phone, and back again.

Still time flies, it doesn’t wait, you know. And she knows this, but she can’t help it. She has to, no, needs to wait. The entire day has gone by and still, nothing, but after giving it a full day she can’t afford to stop waiting now. She holds on to the hope that it will find her, even if she doesn’t see it first. Her confidence stemming from the simple fact that it hasn’t let her down, ever. Somewhere in the horizon, inspiration searches for her as she sits in her chair waiting for it.

So, the clock ticks on and on and on, and still she sits at her table, waiting. Waiting for inspiration to hit her like it always does, for the need to study to consume her. For what she doesn’t have is time, the traitor, who ticks on and on and on regardless of her predicament. On cue, she looks at her watch yet again and stares at her open book lying abandoned on the table top as she is too out of sorts to attend to it. Her evening has been spent here listening to time as it went slowly past, and listening to her roommate’s steady drawl as she revises her work just a seat away. Sometimes she replies the messages her friends keep sending non-stop and sometimes it’s the memes, endless little things, keeping her occupied as she patiently waits. And what a view this thunderstorm makes, she even sees rainbows out there, what a phenomenon. And so, the cycle continues, carrying itself out over and over again.

Still time flies, it doesn’t wait, you know. And she knows this, but she can’t help it. She has to, no, needs to wait. The entire day has gone by and still, nothing, but after giving it a full day she can’t afford to stop waiting now. She holds on to the hope that it will find her, even if she doesn’t see it first. Her confidence stemming from the simple fact that it hasn’t let her down, ever. Somewhere in the horizon, inspiration searches for her as she sits in her chair waiting for it.

Happy Studying Everybody!

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