Every once in a while, I seem to give myself two things:
- A reality check;
- An escape of sorts
The former because during the period I am home, I tend to relax and slip into a comfort zone which I know isn't healthy in terms of productivity. Ofcourse I have been juggling a few things this time around, but I know I could have done a lot better than what is apparent. So every time I am back on campus, I get my dose of red bull by merely looking at the people around me. Everyone is in a rush -- to be somewhere, to do something. Back home I feel like I am one of the better offs simply because I manage my time well and indulge in activities that help me grow as an individual and a professional. All that changes the moment I land up in the capital. I would say I see myself in the middle rung. Neither too dedicated, neither too laid back.
Escapism, as a telephonic conversation earlier today put it, makes me happy. It re-energises my spirit and makes me people friendly which, according to a few, is not my greatest ability. I have to admit that knowing I have an impending trip gives me a sense of relief. While home is the best place to be, I have always maintained that it is important for us to take a break once every two-three months from the cringes of society. Maybe this attitude or outlook will change once I am properly settled back home, but for now I revel in the fact that I have this ready-made escape knocking on my door.
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