Burn out
I couldn't ask for more. Life has been wonderful. I am doing things most people can only dream of. I am meeting people that most find unattainable. I am enjoying my job - a thing many seek but do not find. I am indeed lucky. I am grateful. Truly.
Why then do I feel so tired? Smiling is now a chore. If I keep going on this pace, God knows the consequence. My brain is now scattered. I forget things easily. My diary is packed. I admit, I am ambitious. I strive on competition. But to what extend? As much as I hate to admit it, I have been neglecting my friends and family. My weekend are now scarce, if I am not work-bound. I no longer take pleasure in going out but sleeping at home.
Worst of all why am I complaining, when I am doing what I want?
