up bridge

road standing still

I think I came across an article somewhere that said something with the essence of “You will be a more productive person if you keep up the habit of doing something useful daily, such as writing or drawing” and felt quite ashamed of myself. I think that in the midst of what I call “I am busy with”, I have put on hold the self-improvement that has always marked my character. Today I sat in disdain, slowly translating an invitation, while a certain engineering student who by all acceptable logic should be revising for a number of upcoming finals, played SC after returning home from a performance at a Christmas-carol-sing-along. It is certainly not because I do not appreciate music.