one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and it’s happening right now and it’s still good even if it’s not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. like… this is it. this is life. you’ll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you don’t love life for what it is now and make the most of it
A bittersweet confusing thought : My friends and I are growing now , I wonder if we will remain friends or just fall apart. But right now as I have an exam tomorrow, I am feeling a big anxiety thingy but also happy.
I want my boyfriend to feel my love. I want him to know that. But right now I am extremely angry with him.
I was pretty confident as a teen in 2017 for the choices I would be making. The choices that would impact the whole life ahead of it. Recent times have made me re-evaluate each choice I made consciously and how it has affected my people around. No this isn't about anyone else. I am talking about myself. Just me.
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.
I have no perception of time. I will be like "I have class in 2 hours... Do I have time to shower 🤔🤔"
I am happy and lazy most days. Less sad days but when day come , they are here to stay longer. Recently I have been wondering if my sad days are meant to last
Imma say fuck you to each and every person tomorrow!
sometimes u just gotta stand in the shower
and leave this dimension