#useless work

[It is useless work that darkens the heart.]

Last several months I’ve been working on my term paper and still haven’t been able to finish it. There are a lot of reasons, one of them is my a little bit lazy nature. No, I don’t say that all this time I was doing nothing and just enjoying a daily resting. I was lerning English more properly, I was preparing to every workshop at the university, I was trying (the key word is trying) to start learning Italian. I was busy with tasks that aren’t so important and urgent as this term paper. Nevertheless I haven’t had power to compel myself in order to write it. The theme isn’t particularly awful and tedious, there are a lot of interesting points. It is a theme where I can dig for a while and will be able to find something available and unusual. But my professor advised me to seek some information in one art book and he was totally sure there wil be a lot of bonds with my theme. Thus I’ve been starting to look for this “something” and still haven’t found almost anything. I’m reading and reading, exerting a lot of my attention and forces and no-thing. I’ve just found some faint connections with my theme which I can add to my term paper with a huge “but”. It’ll be looking as I was seeking in a slipshod manner, haven’t found anything and decided to write at least something to make a notorious “tick” in my notebook. So these searches are driving me crasy. I can’t stand that I’m losing my time in vain, that I’m making efforts for inessential handicaps and haven’t attained anything yet. 22/100