Person VS self : The struggle with laziness

It was the day of the final exam, and I sat at my desk, staring at the paper in front of me. My hands felt cold, and my heart raced—not from nerves, but from the regret that washed over me. I could smell the faint scent of paper in the air, and I noticed the ticking of the clock in the corner of the room, its sound growing louder with each passing second.

I had promised myself to study weeks before, but the days slipped away, and I had done little. Instead of opening my books, I spent hours scrolling through my phone or watching random videos. Now, sitting in the exam room, I realized how unprepared I was. The questions seemed so difficult, and I couldn’t remember half of what I was supposed to know. My mind felt foggy, and I struggled to focus.

The silence around me felt heavy. I heard the soft rustling of papers from other students, some scribbling away confidently while I sat there frozen. My pen felt unusually heavy in my hand. I could almost taste the bitterness of regret on my tongue. "Why didn’t I study harder?" I asked myself.

But then, I took a deep breath. I told myself that I couldn’t change the past, but I could still try my best. I focused on the questions one by one, recalling whatever bits of information I could remember. It wasn’t about perfection anymore, it was about overcoming my own laziness.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the exam, I handed in my paper. I didn’t feel proud of my work, but there was a small sense of relief. I had faced my own weakness, and for that, I was a little bit proud. I promised myself that next time, I wouldn’t wait until the last minute. I would start earlier and take my responsibilities more seriously.