Reflecting on a Rapidly Passing Week

Tianxianzi

2026-01-04

This week passed very quickly, though not much was accomplishedit seems I didn’t take a break at all. Whether working, watching movies, reading, or learning new languages, everything kept me occupied.

By Sunday afternoon, after lying back and looking out the window at the golden light streaming through my bedroom window, I felt extremely tired. I wanted to sleep but couldn’tbecause sleep and focus are opposites. The thought of myself being pushed around weighed heavily on me, as if I were being dragged along by some invisible force. Each evening after work felt like an eternity, ending with chest and stomach discomfort. Lying down at 10 p.m., I fell asleep hours later without any restlike being hit in the head.

Perhaps the only thing I truly controlled was my current life’s state? I don’t think so. Maybe if I did nothing worthwhile today… But doing all these things, just to have no time for anything else at night seems pointless.

After lying down a while and getting up to work afterward, the stress seemed less. Life goes on as usualwithout changebut there are more questions than answers.

At evening, I felt very lonely. I don’t even know what made me feel that waythe passage of time itself or my lack of achievements? The mind is full of questions without answers.

Time passes too quicklyso quickly nothing makes sense anymore. There was nothing to do today, but I still couldn’t stand ita feeling of emptiness and chaos, as if the entire world had just vanished into thin air. There’s so much one could do, but my mind keeps on telling me not to start.

I don’t know what to do. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent too much time thinking about nothing? Or maybe it’s because I’m stuck in a loop of doing something without knowing why?

Time passes even more quickly each dayI can’t believe how fast the days go by when my mind is free to wander. The brain wants to fill itself with information, but it doesn’t matter if it’s good or badit just needs something to keep itself occupied.

I’m stuck in a loop of doing things without knowing why. Once again, the same questions about time passing so quickly weigh on me… Maybe it’s because I’ve become too attached to routine? Or maybe it’s because I can no longer imagine what life might have been like before?