You're xx years old, your plans ten years ago for today were different. Society expects that by this age you should have so many children, degrees or so much income. Everyone Tweets a fulfilled life - especially that one person (You're probably picturing them now). Basically, your life is stagnant. Is it? I've realised that no matter how far I've come physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally, I essentially still ask myself the same question I did 10 years ago: who am I really? There are answers, but none definitive. None deep enough to satisfy the question. I suspect in 50 years, I'd still not have answered this. But like the Dalai Lama says “Let us try to recognize the precious nature of each day.” Maybe our duty is to keep seeking, to keep being a better version of ourselves every day. Keeping a journal. Reviewing my day. Thinking about my mistakes and planning my next day. This has been my routine the past week, I feel like I'm a little cl...
Dear me, When I first wrote you at 20, I didn't realise how powerful an exercise this would be. I wrote you again at 23 and promised to write you still at 26. Reading both letters has gotten me emotional for more reasons than just the contents. I realise with sadness and embarrassment, how inefficient I have been at both keeping, and setting goals. My past letters have reminded me what energy and resolve I had then. Something I do not seem to possess anymore. Depression and frustration have taken such a strong hold of my life. Reading my past notes reminds me of a time I was happy and looked to the future with optimism. I'm a few months shy of 26 and type with a great deal of shame, that I slipped back into some of the vices I had successfully left behind when I was younger; I consume more alcohol now than I did before I first quit, I have more friends than one needs, a lot of whom are only present at the counter. Perhaps the most embarrassing thing though, is how I...
This note is different. It's for me as much as it is for everyone that relates to my blog. It's a shout out to the late bloomers. Those that haven't had it figured out yet. A shout out to those that spend their life in their heads, lost but at home. This is for the infinitely adolescent; a little angry, a little confused and bruised. You're not alone and you're not broken. Keep on seeking and ye shall find. Love, A drifting raft at Sea
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