Some Days.

Some days, I’ll get this feeling that I’m not going to make any difference no matter what I do. As if every single thing that I do will be insignificant, and they will not matter to anyone at all. The iced americano from Starbucks will taste caffeine-less, the waitress at the cafe I have my breakfast will be extra grumpy, even the skies will be brewing a storm that will explode all over the city. It’s as though I’m looking at the world through grey-tinted glasses, colours lose their vibrance and the world is just a grey mess.

On other days, I’ll wake up feeling like I can accomplish anything thrown in my direction. I’ll complete tasks after tasks, with a sense of abnormal urgency and drive that would power me throughout the day. Conversations will bring meaning to my thoughts and smiles would fuel my already-burning drive. On my walk home, the lush green parks will look inviting, the throngs of people rushing to their next destination will merely blur into the background as waves and waves of serenity gently lap at the shore of my inner self.