So the assignment in Creative Writing today was to give advice to your young self, pretending that you’re old and wrinkly 50 years from now. I kind of had an epiphany .. not necessarily the greatest self discovery, but at least it’s something to work on.
My dear, stop wishing for a time machine. A time machine to take you forwards, to take you backwards. To take you anywhere but here and now – today. Why is the past pulling you apart, stronger than your passion for the present? And why do the coming months matter more than the current month? Tiffany – you will get nothing out of your absent-minded existence; start living for now, and stop worrying. You think life is a cycle, a vicious one, at that. A cycle that drains you of vitality, takes away the pulse of your dreams. Sure, you are a far-sighted girl; you see the future clearly and the direction you want to go. You also see the past and acknowledge that it has molded you into who you are today. But you never see your current identity, the one that is constantly evolving, opportune to change – thirsting for change. Your lukewarm lifestyle of simply going through the motions will never satisfy you, no matter how much you look forward to the future. The future will soon become the present, and if you continue living this way, you will always find yourself empty-handed, wondering to where the possibilities fled, always one step ahead, a thin grasp away. Don’t simply peer through glossy eyes, observing the world and never participating. Dive in, thrust your soul into the seas of diversity and exploration – stop wishing and start living. A half-hearted mentality will get you nowhere in life, regardless of intellect or talent. What is human life without its breath? – all kinds of breath, the kind gasping for air, on the verge, the kind deeply inhaling a clean breeze, even the kind barely noticeable, light crests and troughs: the breath of a night’s peaceful sleep. Do not blink your eyes and gaze around with a blank stare, without truly breathing.
the best way out is always through
About Me
- Tiffany
- Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.
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