It is a constant gnawing sensation that seems bent on picking up every tiny morsel of your idled brain. You are there and yet not entirely so. A perennial desire to push yourself harder strikes a discordant chord with the as-yet stifled want of closure. You are wont to either deny it with full vigor and brunt or let it secede your unkempt ambitions. 

While you are fighting it with whatever tools that is at your disposal a cat jumps up on the window-sill in front of you. It is a grey fur-bank with eyes as piercing as a metallic dart and as green as that of jealousy. It stares with its hallucinogenic eyes at the wall behind you and pulls your glossy frames towards its object of attention. An empty wall behind your back. you are found perplexed at the extra-ordinary attention this pawed creature showers on the same. 

You revert to default and sit with legs folded neatly on your heavy teak-wood chair, creaking as you shift your weight around as if revolting against the constant thrust of movement and motion. There are those who chose to stay back and enjoy while it lasted while there are those who took it upon themselves to burn those obstructions along their way to glory.