contemplating self's action

when a hectic week just starts to hit you, you're just gone into a realization that you've been doing it wrong all the time. You're too busy snuggling inside your comfort pillow, and then when that pillow disappeared, then chill time's gone. Needed to stand up, and face it! For all the habits you've instilled inside you, the things that you considered part of what builds you; the fundamentals of your skills, attitude, whatever other words it may describe as such, you bring it with you and show it to the people before you.

"Here! This is what I am for the 21 years of my living, what I did and do, this is what I became"

I'm really into this pool of comfort. It's convenient and take the least effort of myself. Relax is the main subject of it. I've got all the time I have right now. I can do whatever I want. Yeah, this feels great!

It's like procrastination, or of what one of my friend would describe as masturbation (lol). It's feels good at first, only later you'd realized you just fucked yourself.

Stand up now Shafiq, for you cannot delay the time you've got. Make something out of yourself. A KDR of 2 in cod blops aint gonna bring you even an inch further. It's just all about an unquestionable waste of time. Self-describable, utterly useless topic to think about. I know what's right and what' those things are to be left.

Sometimes I feel too lucky (well I am, certainly) that I am in the situation I am now. There's definitely a purpose for me being in this situation. Myself, all the grateful things around, all the awesomest friends and people around me, the ground that I'm standing in this moment.

This mean something, and I need to start searching the meaning behind it