Hard Work

A Bad Moment, A Bad Day, Or A Bad Life, Or A Bad Perspective?

I’ve thought about my life way too much lately — the people I’ve met, the experiences I’ve had. Today has been an off day, and so was yesterday, so I’m more looking at the realist and pessimistic side than my usual optimistic side.   I’ve been tired of people, just a lot of people, and the world I’ve been brought to. I understand people and life are complex, but man it hasn’t been fun lately. I’ve worried about meeting the…

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A Secret of Happiness Is Doing Nothing…Sometimes

Today I woke up and had a bunch of random thoughts, feelings, and memories racing through my head; kind of like people usually get before sleep, but this time upon waking up and being tired enough to want to go back to sleep or to just lie in bed. I hear birds cawing outside — pretty annoying. I was wondering if all this pursuit to better things is making me miserable or if it’s only a temporary feeling. Like Einstein…

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Half Empty, Half Full | Empty, Full | Refill, Drink, Empty, Refill

I did notice that the past few posts here have been rather… morbid. Depressing. True. But sometimes, that’s how life is. Those were real moments in my life. Some of those things I didn’t know I felt. People experience those things and don’t have to write about them or choose to not write about them or don’t want to write about them. For me, it’s a natural thing to do. To write about it. I’ve had plenty of good moments…

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Truth

It’s one of those times you have to write — I have to write — because the emotions are overwhelming, and there is no choice. So many thoughts and emotions, where to start, and where to end? How does one even begin to untangle years and years of thoughts and — after I had wrote that, my computer froze. It rarely freezes. Unbelievable. Then I had to wait ten minutes to get back here to write more because I don’t…

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A Reflection on One’s Past Hard Work & Passion

Reflecting on life — I need to write another blogpost for therapy purposes; I need to tell of my ambitions, my hopes, my dreams, my desires, those old, present, and new. Like a lot of writers, I wrote a lot. It started in high school, hundreds of thousands of words on manuscripts, meant only for my eyes. I tried to get published, and I did receive some encouraging rejection letters from literary agents. When I wrote another book during my…

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