I sometimes lay at night and think about my day-- My life. Another wasted day, another wasted week, another wasted month sitting in front of my computer. I glance outside my window occasionally wonder what its like to have freedom that is infinite, live in some sort of active life. No one is imprisoning me but myself. I like to be this way but there are times when i wish could see the world instantly beyond the computer screen. "It's okay" I'll tell myself. I'll get it tomorrow. Everything will be better. I'll start being more productive. And I fall asleep believing  that tomorrow will be a better day. 

But then tomorrow comes and nothing changes. the worst part there is no one to blame but myself for creating ideas which are beyond the mere truth.