Looking back on all the stuff I've ever done in the past 22 years, I wonder if I've already expended every ounce of my energy - planning/running camps, mission trips, various school/church-related activities, and even raising a kitten. The recollection of any of these is enough to leave me feeling more exhausted than I already am right now, not to mention bewildered at how I ever actually survived the process without collapsing.

But that's rubbish, isn't it. Anybody can readily point out the fact that some rest would restore me. Besides, it's not like I'm a high-achiever with a finger in every pie. Far from it, in fact. So I guess trying to justify my weariness makes it out to be really... sad.

Work? Could insipid work be the cause of this? Perhaps. There's nothing much more to be said about 9-5 (or rather, 8.30 - 6) desk-bound work, save for my vehement dislike of how it sucks the soul out of me.

Or maybe it's just the waiting process that's withering me. Everyday draws me nearer to the answer. Will it be a yes or no? Seems like I've to wait 1 more week to find out. The agony!

But angst and all that aside, I've a sneaking suspicion that it really just boils down to perspectives. And that the other side must be rejoicing at how readily I've allowed myself to be distracted and troubled by the non-important things.

Restore me.