UNTITLED II
“Small things done consistently, in strategic places, create major impact.”
- David Allen John
This is a series of untitled stories. Uncensored, unfiltered, and most importantly unsafe.
Ramadan Mubarak everyone. Whether it’s a cultural or a religious occasion to you. I feel like this month is losing its overall value. The cultural basis that is attached to it is falling. The new generations are no longer enthusiastic about playing hide and seek or football against other hoods kids. Maybe it’s April and the weather is still shit but I don’t think it’s going to be any different if Ramadan was in June or July this year. Sometimes I say to myself: Maybe I grew out of it so I can’t see it anymore. Though the 2 Covid-19 Years had some huge cultural impact that might’ve made things more complicated. We got more attached to our smartphones and computers. It’s just awkward as fuck and I am more than certain that things were never meant to be this way.
Enough of Ramadan bullshit. I have an end of studies project coming up that’s weighing me down. The thing is I’m not even investing 10% of the effort needed and I’m far away from being worried about it. A part of me keeps on telling me that this is all for nothing. On the day of the pitch, I’m probably going to be standing in front of 4 ungrateful retarded fucks who won’t understand shit of what I’m saying and will keep asking none sense questions that have nothing to do with the topic.
The thing is, I am surely not the only one who’s suffering. We’re probably thousands across the country. To say the least, 90% of those projects are going to the bin. If you’re lucky enough you’ll get a college degree that you can wipe your ass with. Your parents probably think that it’s better than nothing. Well, my parents do.
One of the best Highlights of the past 2 months is that I started hitting the gym. I had my first session on the 2nd of March at 53kg. On the 2nd of April, I weighed 56kg. Pretty nice progress if you ask me. Funny how hitting the gym can change your whole way of living. Rest days feel so boring, no matter how much you eat, it feels like it’s never enough especially if you’re a “Hard gainer” like me. Cafe conversations about the gym, family conversations about diet plans, and food. I came to realize that gym is self constructive in a self-destructive way. I got to know a lot of people who did self-harm at a certain time in their lives. From now on, my advice to them is gonna be: “hit the gym dawg”. At least it pays off. It leaves marks as well. Good ones.
I keep talking to my family and friends about the transformation I’m willing to do aside from growing my hair. I believe that talking to the right people about let’s say life decisions or short to long-term goals implies positive accountability. Because those people want you to reach that goal or that milestone for yourself before anyone else. It’s like you’re collecting parts of yourself from your close circle (preferably a small one) to get in good shape.
I keep thinking about my future more than ever did before. I always try to picture how I’m gonna be financially, physically, and mentally 4 years from now. I’m not putting any remarkable effort into it but whenever I do it is honest work. I guess any type of progress is good progress. Hopefully, there’s going to be a time when I and all my people are gonna be like :
Untitled II is over. This time it’s a tribute to the death of my cat “El Moudira” may she rest in peace. She was some great company. She passed away on a failing attempt to give birth. The house agreed to never have any more pets after her. If you have an “ El Moudira” type of pet, may they live a thousand-year. Sometimes pets are more life worthy than humans. Take care of yourselves, your loved ones, and your pets. Until next time.
