Of Vacation

This is the universal law of vacation.

When the vacation is approaching, one’s ambitious heart is always making some huge plans—do a lot of specified work, amuse oneself crazily, etc.

However, once the holiday came, all the plans will turn out to be bullshit.

All the works that are planned to complete, however little and easy, will definitely not be done. It is not because that these tasks are fogotten. Quite to the contrary, you remember them well, but have no energy to do. Every morning—or noon—when one get up and begin a new “mother-fucking day”, he will feel as if his bone structure had been fallen apart. His muscal aches, his step staggers, his brain is too empty to recall or think of anything, yet too full to learn anything planned to learn.

As to amusement, it depends on one’s personality. Someone becomes tired of these activities in no time, and spend the rest of the vacation in confusion and void. Someone, on the other hand, soon find that they cannot do without amusement—they bring hardly any excitement, but leave them is agonising. Either case are not exhilarating.

Once the vacation ends and one goes back to school, he will soon retain the original condition and enthusiasm, and will begin to work as hard as before. When he looks back, he will feel extremely regretful, and will swear that he’ll never let this happen ever again. However, he would definitely do the same think in his next vacation.

What’s more, he will clearly remember the situation of his previous vacations, and that he has sworn, perhaps from time to time. He wish he could fulfill his swear, but he find it hard. By then, he will tell himself:

“The spirit is willing, the flesh is weak.”