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These days it’s difficult for me to concentrate on any given task.
I tell others that my best work is produced under severe stress and glaring deadlines; but the truth is i’ve become a massive procrastinator. I always find excuses to squeeze in a few YouTube videos before i start typing away on my computer. Five minutes pass and my mind already begins drifting towards which watch i want to buy or what kind of fish that guy is going to be reeling in in the next video i end up watching.
I had a good sense of what i was going to do next with my life; i’d told my bosses my intentions of leaving the airborne school to go for pilot tryouts. Alas life throws me a curveball and the pandemic currently terrorising the human race has uprooted all my plans. It would be foolish and possibly disastrous if i fail in my attempts to become the fella who controls the airplane and leaving behind the life of the soldier jumping out of it. Where did ‘yolo’ Christian go? Is calculated, cautious and churlish Christian all that remains?
Things i used to enjoy quietly have become illegal overnight; eating dinner at the hawker centre alone, planting my face close to fish tanks in a pet shop and sitting on the breakwaters of ECP. A solemn individual is forced to stay indoors in a dusty house where his troublesome nasal activities find no escape from rooms which are constantly air-conditioned. I want to run away but i keep bumping into these walls and falling down. They are cold to the touch and send shivers through my entire body. As i sit up, i start to realise where i am but i don’t know how i got here.
I’m in prison.