Productivity
I don't ever feel really productive when I am alone in any set amount of time. It doesn't matter what I am doing, I don't feel the satisfaction that I have done something worthwhile.
I only feel productive or worth something when I am out, hanging out with my friends. I only feel productive when I feel that I have helped someone feel better about themselves, or have helped them gain a new perspective on life. I only feel worth something when I have shared my heart with those around me, or when I have comforted the people I love.
People who live to work (towards material possessions, as opposed to working towards spiritual enlightenment) make me feel sick inside. Life shouldn't be about making money, or getting rich.
I'm not sure why I began this entry. Just a thought I felt like I had to jot down before it disappeared, like so many of the thoughts in my head which seem to be important.
I'm so tired, I ate a big lunch today and had a long nap after class. Now I'm bored and lonely once again. After all these years, one would think I could understand how people are able to be alone without a problem... but alas, no luck. Maybe I'll never understand the goodness of being alone from time to time.
I only feel productive or worth something when I am out, hanging out with my friends. I only feel productive when I feel that I have helped someone feel better about themselves, or have helped them gain a new perspective on life. I only feel worth something when I have shared my heart with those around me, or when I have comforted the people I love.
People who live to work (towards material possessions, as opposed to working towards spiritual enlightenment) make me feel sick inside. Life shouldn't be about making money, or getting rich.
I'm not sure why I began this entry. Just a thought I felt like I had to jot down before it disappeared, like so many of the thoughts in my head which seem to be important.
I'm so tired, I ate a big lunch today and had a long nap after class. Now I'm bored and lonely once again. After all these years, one would think I could understand how people are able to be alone without a problem... but alas, no luck. Maybe I'll never understand the goodness of being alone from time to time.