My thoughts have been all over the place and I've been struggling to find my zen.
And that's why I created an account in tumblr (Please follow me there as well) coz I feel like I don't REALLY need to write as much here as compared to THAT platform and yet get the same sense of fulfillment if I actually DID any real writing...
The truth of the matter is... sometimes I feel lost.
It's like watching your feet while walking; seeing them lift and land one after another. It's amusing and you have a feeling that you have a grasp of what's going on. But then you bump head first into a pole coz you weren't watching where you're going.
See what I mean? Trying to make some sense = fail.
I've been living my life one day at a time and sometimes I just don't REALLY know where I'm headed.
They say enjoy the journey but now I feel like a drugged hippie on a road trip.
I used to believe that my life is entertaining, or at least my point of view in life is entertaining, but now I just want it to make some sense.
I realized that I can easily find pleasure in almost anything.
I realized that I can easily find fulfillment, I just have to choose my battles.
But I can't piece things together... yet...