Ink SpillBattling your inner koala.
There are days where you are hopeful, days where you go up high and gaze at the horizon looking at a world unexplored, the possibilities, the opportunities, just waiting out there for you to grab them.
And…there are days where you rather not.
Tired, sleepless, aching with every thought of doing something somewhat useful.
Craving your dark-filled bed wishing everyone poofed out of existence at the slight thought of them potentially disturbing you.
These are the days were you do not fight your inner koala, let your body rest, even hibernate until it comes out of its cave.
For if you do fight, it will remain restless, endlessly craving an utterly useless time full of doing nothing.
Give your koala its peace, and with time it will also give you yours.