Counting down the days.

I've spent most of this semester counting down - counting down to when I get to see HIM again, counting down to when exams end, counting the hours and minutes till it's time to go to bed, have dinner. Seems that life has tired us (or me maybe) to such an extent that I hardly ever have time to sit down and enjoy the things around me. Only on very rare occasions do I ever get the luxury to do so. Yet, that is what that makes experiences like that hard to forget.

I remember how I started off uni, very thankful for the fresh start but only after three months did I start to feel the drain and the routine of having to get things done. And I suppose it's been very much like that for the next 3 years till the end of fourth year when things started being placed in perspective. Not by me alone, but by the people around me - you get more idea and perspective sometimes when you listen to the people around you. It was very eye-opening and now, I'm quite sure of what I want, the options that I have available to me, what I must do to get there. Although, I admit it doesn't get easier. It just simply is. It just simply is things that you have to do, the motions in life you have to go through.

I don't think I could ever forget what this fight is about.
Which, I'm very thankful for.

Are you beginning to get get my point
They're always fighting with aching joints
It's doing nothing but tire us out
No one knows what this fight's about
- It's beginning to get to me, Snow Patrol