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it's an amazing gift to be someone who can express
or i guess i am assuming it must be
because i think we all feel so much of the same things
but we don't know how to share them.
and what does sharing do? does it allow us to spread out our problems? do we just give a little piece of them away to each person, leaving ourselves with a more manageable portion?
sometimes i get really sad when i think about what we spend our lives doing, thinking about, and not thinking about. but then i realize, who am i to decide?
exactly.
because, at the same time, it often seems that inconsequential things are what make a real life.
... sometimes the shitty stuff can even be enjoyable in a sense too. because sometimes it's like you can recognize it for what it is, and relish it. other times, not so much.
it is tiring.
sometimes i get so tired with games. i've been reading some stuff and i am jealous of people who can so wholeheartedly dedicate their life to truth.
but truth is subjective right? so i guess you could say we make our own truth.
i mean, then doesn't that make it so everything is simply a matter of how you look at it...or how you have chosen to perceive it
so is happiness a choice?
i wonder if it is a decision you make with yourself, or a compromise you make with other people
why do we do things that make us so unhappy?
like, going back to school today, just for a quick meeting..and my body all tenses up. haha i mean why do we do it? other than the obvious progression of one day becoming successful
success.
i mean, what is that??
i'm starting to agree with people more and more that the important part is the process rather than the attainment of the goal
but then i don't understand why the process is always so rushed.
i don't understand a lot of things.
i apologize to anyone that reads this
i don't know what i'm talking about
and it makes me wish i listened more to those who do
which is really everyone, in their own way, when i think about it.
i will listen.
that sounds like a really bad new years resolution that is just itching to be broken.
or i guess i am assuming it must be
because i think we all feel so much of the same things
but we don't know how to share them.
and what does sharing do? does it allow us to spread out our problems? do we just give a little piece of them away to each person, leaving ourselves with a more manageable portion?
sometimes i get really sad when i think about what we spend our lives doing, thinking about, and not thinking about. but then i realize, who am i to decide?
exactly.
because, at the same time, it often seems that inconsequential things are what make a real life.
... sometimes the shitty stuff can even be enjoyable in a sense too. because sometimes it's like you can recognize it for what it is, and relish it. other times, not so much.
it is tiring.
sometimes i get so tired with games. i've been reading some stuff and i am jealous of people who can so wholeheartedly dedicate their life to truth.
but truth is subjective right? so i guess you could say we make our own truth.
i mean, then doesn't that make it so everything is simply a matter of how you look at it...or how you have chosen to perceive it
so is happiness a choice?
i wonder if it is a decision you make with yourself, or a compromise you make with other people
why do we do things that make us so unhappy?
like, going back to school today, just for a quick meeting..and my body all tenses up. haha i mean why do we do it? other than the obvious progression of one day becoming successful
success.
i mean, what is that??
i'm starting to agree with people more and more that the important part is the process rather than the attainment of the goal
but then i don't understand why the process is always so rushed.
i don't understand a lot of things.
i apologize to anyone that reads this
i don't know what i'm talking about
and it makes me wish i listened more to those who do
which is really everyone, in their own way, when i think about it.
i will listen.
that sounds like a really bad new years resolution that is just itching to be broken.