As long as you stay ignorant and deny reflecting upon how disorganised you are, some chances of your betterment always remain restrained.

Work is satisfying.

Staying up late until your eyes beg you for sleep, sitting constantly in front of your computer till your back aches, rushing hurriedly until you sweat hard, or drudging till you become tired.

Yes, work is compelling, satisfying, and sometimes, even addictive.

Working hard makes you realize that you’re playing your part, it protects your belief of being a dedicated person, and above everything it shows that you take responsibility for what you do.

This all gives you the satisfaction of work, doesn’t it?

But unfortunately, the truth is, sometimes it’s nothing more than false satisfaction of work.

This illusion of work is fatal.

It wastes your time, makes you think that you’re doing something worthy when you’re not, and doesn’t do any favour to you.

Though outcomes can’t always be controlled, if you work the right way, occasionally keep refreshing your methods and habits, then you can have the odds on your side.

The numerous choices you have around yourself are often superficial; they don’t matter.

The art lies in doing more with less. Minimal requirements, more work.

If you find yourself lacking in some aspects of your work and get dissatisfied with yourself, then learn to be fine with those flaws, since you can always get better later.