Mental Block

The adage is that time heals wounds, but can time heal mental blocks? How, then, does one account the eventual downfall and oblivion of one-hit wonders?

Mental block is very bothersome if one spends each day doing things that need mental faculties. The brain is subjugated by hazes. Getting to do anything is like researching inside a smoggy library. Worse still, like migraine, the cause of mental block has for centuries dumbfounded scientists. Yeah, I made the last statement on the fly, but I'm sure that's actually the case. ^_^

When it strikes, even if I tried to think, all I can come out with are incoherent words or phrases.

I'm too busy on top of having this stupid mental block (It's been two weeks now, but I haven't felt any improvements). Like my brain, my life has become disorganized.  To speak thereof, I've been trying to write, design, read and program, but my effectivity has reached an all time low.

I need a resolution. I am a man who wants more skills. Of the moment, I want to be able to work with Flash and Illustrator. I also want to polish my writing. And then, there's drawing, which is also an essential skill if I want to be able to create beautiful vector arts (essentially what Flash and Illustrator is meant for). The worst part is that I have to cram all these in my already tight schedule, and my work has nothing to do with any of the above skills that I'm trying to develop. Am I an overachiever? Maybe the more appropriate term is "over-daydreamer".

So what do I need? Well, first of all, my mind badly needs to go back to its optimal state. How I wish it could come sooner.

And believe me, that's the only half-assed concluding sentence I could come up with. Did this blog make sense? The more appropriate statement should be: When is the last time I ever made sense of anything?