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spend some time.

have you ever felt so tired, you dont want to do anything anymore? or you want to do something but then you cant cause you're too tired to do so?

well i have, and the best thing ive done for myself is spend some time with me - the person that i am. just to see whether i still am the person i know, and whether or not i can change to the person i would want to be.

of course individuality is the in thing nowadays, and yes - we become what we want to become of ourselves. but have you ever tried to be the person you want to be, instead of the person that you are? sounds like something a shrink would tell you, but you should try it. it never hurts to know what you do and dont like about yourself. because if you try and do so, you would become conscious of the person that you are, and work on the person who you want to be.

i've always wanted to be there for ther people who are important to me, and consciously making a decision such as this helps me work towards this goal of mine. i also want to be more productive, in the sense that my contribution to the world would not be as trivial as being a citizen of a country. realizing these things has helped me become the person i want to be consciously - and its such a rewarding feeling, that the least i can do is share.

sometimes, we also overdo things, and push ourselves to the limit - and this is the time for us to think, and spend time with ourselves again.

hope i made sense...

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