Don’t go so fast.
Dear Time, I cannot cope up with your pace.
I wonder how you do not get distracted by all the marvels around you.
I wonder why things distract me and not you.
Why are Distractions so biased?
Distractions are like that teacher in High School, who chose to be nice to one particular student. The one we all disliked but had to deal with.
How do you get distractions to not be bad to you, to not deter you?
Dear Mr. Time,
Please tell me the secret behind your motivation.
Is it meditation? Is it Horlicks? Is it badam? Or is it Complan?
I really want to know.
I don’t want to be distracted so much.
I want to be able to work as much as you can.
I want to be able to work as fast as you.
I want my hands to work as fast as yours can.
Dear Mr. Time, I acknowledge the fact that you are my competition,
I want you to acknowledge the fact that I dislike you because you make me feel so terrible, useless and unproductive.
P.S. I do not hate you because the competition and challenge that you pose to me is fun and tiring and hectic and I really enjoy and like that.