Reflect: A Day Undone

Today is May 19th, 2025. A normal day, highly ambitions, but same lack of dedication and/or motivation.

I had planned to wake up early. But instead spent whole night tinkering with Instagram account :)

Ended up getting late for work. Missed my prayers and routine laundry. Literally, I was poorly dressed.

Day time was as usual. I dedicated 20% to work. 80% to my thoughts. As expected, did not complete my work. And again, had a pending report which was supposed to be sent to my manager. It was raining when I returned. Everything else was usual.

However, I did not have lunch and dinner today. Either I was too lazy to get up from my desk and eat, or I was busy tinkering with some random software...

Reflecting on today, I believe, I need to get more serious at work. Communicate properly. Avoid lethargy. Stay motivated. I have kind of developed a bad habit of saying 'sorry'. But I never learned from my past and kept suffering till today.

I keep taking resolutions and promises. But often lack motivation to follow such personal rules. I need motivation, something which can instill discipline in me.

Until next time (i.e. Tomorrow),

Araqode Arishtpal

A Day Undone

The nineteenth of May, twenty-five it reads,

A day like others, sown with lofty seeds

Of grand ambition, dreams that brightly gleam,

Yet shadowed by a lack of driving stream.

The dawn was planned, a rise with purpose bold,

But Instagram's allure, a story to unfold,

Consumed the hours, bathed in screen's soft light,

And morning's promise vanished in the night.

The consequence, a rush, a hurried pace,

The missed devotions, leaving empty space.

The laundry waits, a crumpled, silent plea,

And garments chosen spoke of disarray, you see.

The workday dawned, a canvas stretched and wide,

But focus fractured, energies misapplied.

A fifth to task, the rest in thoughts adrift,

The pending report, a neglected, weighty gift.

The homeward journey, rain began to fall,

Washing the streets, embracing one and all.

The usual rhythm, the familiar scene,

Yet hunger gnawed, a stark and hollow mean.

No midday pause, no evening's gentle fare,

Too listless to rise, too lost in software's snare.

Reflection's mirror shows a truth so plain,

Seriousness at work must start to reign.

To speak with clarity, to bridge the divide,

To banish lethargy, let motivation ride.

"Sorry" escapes, a habit worn and thin,

Acknowledging the fault, but change remains within.

Resolutions bloom, like fragile flowers bright,

But wither quickly, starved of inner light.

A need for fire, a spark to ignite the will,

To forge the discipline, the promise to fulfill.

Until the morrow, when a new day starts to climb,

With hope for change, transcending passing time,

This record ends, a moment caught in rhyme,

Yours truly, Araqode Arishtpal, for this time.