This morning I felt so motivated to write; motivated to read.
Stack of Papers that Interest Me
I printed out ‘The Ones who Walked Away from Omelas’ yesterday on used papers. The idea came at last minutes before I packed everything and headed home. It said that ‘minimal budget, maximum effort’. But, aye! Seeking for free pdfs on the internet, finding the used papers, and printing them out weren’t hard. It doesn’t need that many effort. I’d used to read on my phone, it was simpler, but then it was tiresome. It hurts my eyes to keep reading from gadget all the time, to be honest.
This kind of way is easy and free.
Minimal budget and effort; maximum result.
It really bothers me to see the used papers stacking up useless. It’s a pity to throw them away seeing the other side of the paper is still blank white, ready to ink on. For an occasion, there could be dozens of papers misprinted. In a day, there could be many occasions so that meant more dozens of misprinted papers stack up idly. It’s a shame if we just throw it away or shred them out (if there’s no confidential information for sure).
Everyone can do it. Just do a dilligent research on internet where to look for free pdfs. Print them out on used papers. Ta-dah! You can read your favorite story while used re-used papers!
Almost lunch, at a meeting room, ninth floor.
At a kind-of-skyscraper-kind-of-not, close to the heart of the capital.
via Daily Prompt: Minimal
it was slightly dark, like mixed of navy blue and grey, as i saw it from between my two curtains. my eyelids tugged themselves down to once again bring me back to darkness. a huff left my lips unconsciously, trying to motivate the weak limbs. as i raised up from the warm bed, it was brighter tone of dark.
it was blue, bright blue. clear and blue. the sunlight warmed me up, making me feel hot everytime. sweats tickled down my back and temples. i cracked my joints; neck, fingers. the sounds somehow satisfied me, like i’d let go half of the burden on my back. it was blue, but i wouldn’t let my day be one.
it was golden orange when i looked up at it once again; not fully but with some stroke of blue-ish purple. i couldn’t even describe it. the afternoon wind friendly stroke my head scarf; it was rather chilly but somehow my heart felt warm.
it was pitch black when i once again looked it up behind the bars of my window. the aching was all over my body. exhaustion got me feeling like doing noting but letting the back met my cold sheets. it was still pitch black as i drew the curtain. just when i thought the day ended for me, it might start from many others.
it is always like that. how the sky tells me a story.
Shortcut is easy and always the favourite. But, we should think of others when we do take it. Do we actually occupy others’ space and respect others’ right? Just because we want to speed up our bike and get on the campus faster, it doesn’t mean we can let others in danger by cycling up on pedestrian.
Just because you want to be rich, it doesn’t mean you have to be misconduct and abusing people’s rights. Getting faster result by wrongdoings isn’t necessarily the best.
The pain is real when we try to climb up the stairs of, let’s say, more-than-two floored building. It’s taking up a longer time. The aching in your things and calves intensifies as you climb up one stair. But, isn’t the feeling of getting there high-up on top of the rooftop, let’s say, worth the ache in your thighs?
Don’t be afraid of struggling because you never know what’s on the top of the building until you get there yourself and see what they have for you.
So, stairway to heaven or highway to hell? It’s highway to heaven, of course.