I am in love with solitude, not so much that I don't value life itself. I am inspired by everything around me, my eyes are always curious about everything I see and witness, waiting to learn something that I didn't know before.
Today my life feels in a vagary, an unpredictable instance, a wandering journey; a whimsical wild or an unusual idea, desire, or action. I was put on unpaid leave a week ago but it seems like I am in a weird uitwaaien, it means to take a break or to clear one's hear, to feel like your walking in the wind. (Sometimes the words I use I am not sure if they are even of English origin)
Have you heard of atychiphobia? It's a fear of failure, fear of not being good enough. It is stupid to think about the future or failure because both these things are useless, however sometimes I analyze too much, it's a bad quality and I should stop. I am trying, well I am only human.
Today I am a noceur, I stay up late in the nights, get up late in the mornings, suddenly there is a sadness in me, only because of the situation, I know when I'll think about it in the future, I am sure I would look back and love this part of my life.
I need to let go, let go of my anxiety, let go of thinking what is going to happen, because even the richest person doesn't know what can happen, and so I need to enjoy this moment that I have because this is the only moment I'll ever have which will be completely mine.
There's always be worry, there'll always be uncertainty, there'll always be wrong decisions, there'll always be mistakes but remember there'll always be you and that is enough because if we don't believe in ourselves, we won't be a droplet of water to make the ocean, we might become just as useless as broken glass.
I need to create a habromania, a delusion of happiness. Think about my favorite happy memories, and be overwhelmed with joy. Where is that gone, every day we lose ourselves in the world, and every day it is our duty to find ourselves back. Every. Single. Day.
Baby you're a firework, come on let your colors burst.
This is my adoxography, beautiful writing on a subject of little or no importance. What's yours?
Today my life feels in a vagary, an unpredictable instance, a wandering journey; a whimsical wild or an unusual idea, desire, or action. I was put on unpaid leave a week ago but it seems like I am in a weird uitwaaien, it means to take a break or to clear one's hear, to feel like your walking in the wind. (Sometimes the words I use I am not sure if they are even of English origin)
Have you heard of atychiphobia? It's a fear of failure, fear of not being good enough. It is stupid to think about the future or failure because both these things are useless, however sometimes I analyze too much, it's a bad quality and I should stop. I am trying, well I am only human.
Today I am a noceur, I stay up late in the nights, get up late in the mornings, suddenly there is a sadness in me, only because of the situation, I know when I'll think about it in the future, I am sure I would look back and love this part of my life.
I need to let go, let go of my anxiety, let go of thinking what is going to happen, because even the richest person doesn't know what can happen, and so I need to enjoy this moment that I have because this is the only moment I'll ever have which will be completely mine.
There's always be worry, there'll always be uncertainty, there'll always be wrong decisions, there'll always be mistakes but remember there'll always be you and that is enough because if we don't believe in ourselves, we won't be a droplet of water to make the ocean, we might become just as useless as broken glass.
I need to create a habromania, a delusion of happiness. Think about my favorite happy memories, and be overwhelmed with joy. Where is that gone, every day we lose ourselves in the world, and every day it is our duty to find ourselves back. Every. Single. Day.
Baby you're a firework, come on let your colors burst.
This is my adoxography, beautiful writing on a subject of little or no importance. What's yours?
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