Patience

      Is it maturity or madness that I now feel a day spent unconscious is a day wasted? How did I lose the subtle enjoyment of doing nothing at all for long periods of time? I spend barely motor time in my thoughts as in the distractions these days. I fight hard to maintain my ability to think, to reason - to do those things that are uniquely humanity. I can't be a mouth breather and still have a desire to something greater. Either I give up my motivation or my laziness. Reading is still a positive outlet, but I can even feel in those moments that I might be doing something "productive". I'm fighting myself for how I want to spend my time. My left and right hemisphere are dueling for control of my body...