I haven’t been writing much lately and I can notice it. My thoughts feel cloudier, slower, as if weighed down by an invisible force, a weight that consists mostly of medicine, as the exam season is here, a time where levels of neuroticism and conscientiousness reach their annual high, and other priorities are unconsciously pushed aside.

My athletics coach once told me that if you don’t run for one week, your body begins reverting back to its weaker, less coordinated state before you started running. It doesn’t take long for your aerobic and muscular efforts to be completely nullified back to baseline levels. Your body needs constant stimulus to keep growing. The antidote to deterioration is consistency.

I suspect a similar thing happens with our minds. If we stop thinking and seeing the world in a certain way, we begin to remodel them as if they don’t exist. It takes constant action of our priorities to best spend the limited time we have.

We are verbs, not nouns.