I’m recovering from a one week flu that hit me like a truck last weekend resulting in a “wasted” week to my standards:
- No personal projects started or advanced.
- Couldn’t concentrate on my hobbies.
- Binge watched Youtube and Shorts until the algorithm didn’t know what to show.
Being bed-bound for over two days, while suffering endless cough afterwards made me realize how unproductive and unimaginative you become when you’re not actively moving, interacting with friends or simply being outside.
It’s like, your brain stiffens in boredom without any new stimulus hitting your brain cells. I’d realize whenever I wanted to work on some side-gigs, ideas and thoughts would take AGES like they’re travelling a worm hole until I could then decide what to do.
I was living the endless brain rot.
That’s why, after seven days, 12 Strepsils, 6 Ibuprofens and 6 Paracetamols, I’m valuing being outside more than ever (since Covid). It’s how you suddenly value it when it has been taken out from you.
So, in essence don’t take anything for granted, because everything that you’ve got could get wiped out in a blink of an eye.
Finishing with a famous quote I heard Naval say, though it’s mostly attributed to Confucious
” A healthy man wants a thousand things, a sick man only wants one”