You are tired, yet you have to fulfill your promise.
You feel sleepy, yet you dread being unable to fall asleep.
You had a good day at work, yet you feel like you’re going to feel exhausted even tomorrow evening.
You are a musician, yet you can’t find the energy to work on finishing songs.
You are, all of a sudden, a sketcher/drawer, yet you are aware that it is yet another skillset that will take years of slow skill building to overcome amateur-ness.
You are lying on the couch with your cat by your side, yet you don’t see how comfortable others might think your life is.
You switch off the TV because watching feels like work, yet your writing is work that you are switching to.
You are in winter (in Bombay), yet you feel the almost imperceptible sweltering swelling up.
You learn every day, yet the realization that there’s even more that you haven’t learned that you will not get to learn gets deeper.
You read and marvel at the words of others, yet you can’t seem to picture reciprocation in any realistic way.
You pack your evening with plans, yet you feel your life remains empty because the plans leave behind nothing substantial.
You take pride in being a friend, someone who cares and makes people comfortable, yet you don’t create opportunities to work your skillset.
You want love, yet you shy away from giving, which you know is one sure way of taking.
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