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Following my intuition has been a learning curb & then some.
I used to listen to my gut instinct often. Over time, I ended up missing the memo on a lot of inconsistencies, whether it related to people or my own habits, inspiration or lack thereof, and motivation some days.
Becoming more in sync with this is on my list of things to improve, as much as one can possibly achieve without making it too big of a deal.
Not entirely sure why I felt like talking about this particular subject. Might go into more detail in a future post or two.
Kind of exhausted right now, apologies if this sounds like a ramble and a half. Enjoy the rest of your Saturday!
In the near future, I’d love to travel and explore different countries like in the past.
The idea of travelling might seem far away these days, but in due time, perhaps it will be possible.
Who’d have thought life would be so different?
A year can honestly make such a difference, it’s surreal.
All that aside, I do believe better days are ahead, but each day is different.
My thoughts are all over the place tonight, I definitely want to focus more on certain topics in the next few days. Knowing what to talk about is another thing. Oh, the struggle is true.
Until tomorrow’s post, take care and have a great evening.
Being the midnight owl I am, there’s something about writing at night that is so relaxing and it puts my mind at ease. Inspiration strikes at strange times of the day.
Not been particularly inspired to write much this weekend, but I believe the best thing is to just be patient. I have a feeling I’ll be awake for quite some time because I fell asleep in the afternoon, typical me.
Saturday is almost over, unfortunately. It feels like it just started as well.
Tomorrow is laundry day, amongst other things, before the new week begins once more. Can you believe it’s Easter soon? I cannot.
It’s almost midnight here as I write this, how crazy. Got a few things to do before I eventually go to bed, yet I’m wide awake and alert.
A longer ramble than most, perhaps. There’s not many intriguing topics to discuss because of how predictable things have gotten in the last year.
We’ll see what the future has in store, right? Stay kind & aware.
Despite previous hesitation, I’ve decided to follow my instinct and go with my initial vision for poetry book number three. The book title was chosen all the way back in 2019, if I can remember correctly.
At first, I was planning to change the entire concept, but after today’s strange events and the analysis it triggered, it felt right, more than ever, to bring the first vision of this book to life.
I wanted this next project to be centered around healing, the positive changes that arise during a time of self-restoration and the importance of stepping away from unhealthy situations, people, your own personal insecurities and all of the other issues that we face as individuals.
However, in escaping my own comfort zone and talking about the more heavier, less idealistic scenarios and understanding the emotions that come along with it all, I now can feel a sense of peace in the fact that talking about it is part of my healing process and my way of moving forward.
I’m excited to go on this journey again, it’s been a while.
Knowing where to start is a different story, do I start writing first or constructing a book cover? Only time will tell.
Nonetheless, it feels like the right moment in time to begin, and I can’t wait to see what the final outcome of this will look like in the near future.
The idea that you need to have your life together at a certain time, a certain age, it can all be too much to think about sometimes. We grow up with these idealistic views of what success looks like, what a perfect world entails.
At the young age of 25, I feel increasingly worried about the future. Have I done enough at this age? Am I the odd one out?
It’s not as easy as people think, becoming an overnight success, finding the perfect job, having a perfect forever home. As a whole, society’s standards are difficult to live up to.
Taught to be ourselves, yet persecuted for our differences, our insecurities used as a weapon, people don’t listen to understand, there’s a lack of equality despite all these supposed regulations put in place, to protect us from discrimination, bullying, sexism, racism and many more.
I understand life is not a straightforward experience for the majority of people, but when does it all become too much? And don’t even get me started on the stigma surrounding mental health and the simple yet complex task of asking for help when necessary.
Fake it ’til you make it, or so I’ve been told about a dozen times or more.
Turning a blind eye to your problems is a temporary fix, ignoring them won’t solve anything. Facing them is equally challenging, but the comfort you feel once you do so is a sense of relief, a burden off your shoulders.
Life will get tougher before it gets better, I’m sure.
I just hope the future is much brighter than it has been in these recent weeks, months, even years. After all, you never know what to expect.
Feeling hopeful in times like this can be a challenge, you just never know what to expect from life. That’s the unpredictable aspect of our lives.
Of course, things are not always meant to be easy. I’m very aware of that.
Although, at times, you can’t help but wonder if the future is any brighter than the present we’re currently experiencing. From time to time, I find myself thinking about this further, then in the end, settling for a realistic outlook on it all.
There wasn’t a lot that I wanted to say tonight, maybe tomorrow will be a better day for that kind of thing. Stay safe and well, everyone.
Inspiration can strike at any given time or place. Expected and unexpected.
Truth be told, I have often found myself waking up in the middle of a dream or short-lived nap, and suddenly, having this need to express what I have seen or felt during this particular state of mind.
My thoughts are complex, but not always.
Anyway, I’m hoping to sleep at some point in the night, so I wish you all the best, and sleep well (or good morning to the ones just waking up)
Writing at night has been my thing for such a long time, wonder why I never created a blog specifically for my late night writes. Hey, why not?
Next year, I want a lot of things to be different in my life. Not sure what the future holds, but the only way is forward or no direction at all.
I often sit here, staring blankly at the walls. The night is my shelter and my security. It assures the soul, heart.
Life is hard when certain people are nowhere to be seen, whereas other people are all the places you don’t want them to be.
If only life was as easy as the adults told us kids about, when we were young and free.
No worries, no stress, no money problems and no fear in general, apart from the occasional bruise or falling over a toy.
A simpler time. One that we long for, once doors seem to close and opportunities run out.
It kind of feels like our luck is fading with each year that goes by.
Cherish people, keep memories alive and remember to love. The story is ours to tell.
This is not exactly my typical post on here. Often enough, it’s about deeper things and my thoughts regarding them. As much as this is an emotionally involved piece of writing, it is of a wonderful kind. Continue reading