Midnight approaches, finding me in my Seoul hotel room after a copious Korean dinner. And it finds me soliloquizing in a most Hamletian way about discarding or otherwise the ill-defined premonition of wasted opportunities my mind's determined to materialize. Excellent room, mind you, excellent hotel for that matter, with an state-of-the-art gym which I won't use much against my original plan, with a fancy indoor swimming pool which won't get used either, altogether a place with a variety of excellent possibilities that just will go unnoticed, untested, unexplored. Shame on me. That's what a shortage of time, that priceless creature, brings along. Anxiety to take the most out of the few days at my disposal in this once-in-a-lifetime-kinda-trip only brings a mild feeling of disappointment. Surely I knew beforehand the scheduling was not tailored to any ambitious exploration of the place, but this knowledge does not prevent that absurd anxiety from growing. It would have been smarter to relax and to actually have taken those few strokes I planned, and those (treadmill-mediated) strides I'd thought of running. It would have been a little victory on my side having been able to take control of my time instead of spending that precious time in endless yet inevitable socializing with colleagues. That bit of the trade suits me plenty too, but I always end up regretting the bit I have missed, a bit I strongly feel I fully deserve more and more.
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