I try to use writing as a way to express and publish what I feel. Though, I’ve noticed that I’m fearful to speak. My mind is flooded with thoughts but I can’t seem to get them into words spoken or written. Why have I become this unexpressive of what I would like to let go of and move on to what is next? It’s all cluttered inside a big round skull, causing me a daily headache that throbs day on and day out…
Can this be the result of a culture I’ve been exposed to?
I still remember my days back in university when I usually said what I shouldn’t be saying or more than what I should’ve said. I remember having more friends then, and never caring what anyone thinks what I am. Maybe it’s all an illusion of my imagination or some faulty memory. I’m not really sure. I just know I was known.
I’ve recently discovered that most people change after they become family people. The ones that don’t change don’t seem to have a stable life for some odd reason. Can this be a flaw in the system? Or is it just a change in the pereception of being “responsible” for everything that you do and how it might affect those around you?
Don’t misinterpret what I am saying though and think that I have a problem with being a family person. I love being a family person and all the package that comes with it. I love the daily train of thought that will not stop till the last breath. I love the dependency and the independency all together. My main concern is where does this change in character comes from? I literally feel like I went to sleep and woke up like this.
My next mission is to actually change that! To become comfortable with expressing what I feel rather than holding it in. Agree with what I agree with and disagree with what I disagree with. What harm could come from it? I’ll find out I’m sure but I’m willing to take the risk.
Stay tuned for my next post.
Figuring out some flaws and dealing with them is not quite as easy as I make it sound to my students.
I have been a Brain Trainer for the past 4 years of my life. I have achieved awesome results with my students. I have to admit that it took a lot of effort from them. There were also many moments when they were going to give up, but we agreed to keep it a secret between us and I helped them push past it. I have seen students cry from the pain they were experiencing. I have seen students curse from their inability to pass a level or two. I have had students shout, yell and curse at me from pushing them so hard to get past what they are stuck on. Did they hate me forever? Definitely not. Most of them actually came back for more just because they saw the results with their own eyes.
Funny thing now is that I am realizing how easy it is to say “YOU CAN DO IT!” and how difficult it is to believe and say to yourself “I CAN DO IT!”..
I do not have that one close friend that can talk me past it or help me go through with it, which is why I have decided that it would be worth a try sharing my experience online.
If you can inspire me and help me through this journey please let me know. I need you!
This is definitely a call for help.
It is a desperate call. I also believe that one day in the future I will look back at this and laugh at myself. I do not care. If it gets me there then be it. It must happen.
Good day and thank you for being here. ❤
Looking for a new beginning. Looking for a purpose to wake up and go on with my day. A full time job is sort of a must at the time being. Until I find what I am looking for I shall wake up, eat breakfast, search around aimlessly, go to my full time job, come home and sleep. Repeat.
My style of writing isn’t that impressive I understand that. I am hoping for more.
I hope I find more.
Ideas are welcome.
I have no idea when I started this draft, but I am pretty sure it was as depressing as can be. The title itself says it all. I just have to post it for the sake of staying on a roll. This world scares me and the fact that I was writing about “happiness” scares me even more. I do not believe in ultimate “happiness”. If you walk around asking each person you meet about the definition of “happiness”, I am pretty sure there will never be two answers alike. That is of course if you are asking people to be specific.
I live in fear of finding out what “happiness” really is.
I do not care to pursue it. All I know is that I was born to die. Life goes on and I could be speaking like someone from another dimension. I could have a twin. I do not know.
Let us just live and do what we feel we need to do. We all die at some point.
It does not matter what you buy, what you own, what you believe in, what you love, who you love or whether you were loved or not. We all die in the end. Can anyone deny that?
I may be pessimistic to your eyes, but in fact I am realistic in my own eyes.
And that is all that matters.
Life goes on and surprises us each day. Sometimes it’s the good kind of surprises and sometimes it’s the bad. Kicking you down while you’re already on the ground has become the norm these days. But I’ve always belived in something, no matter how hard it gets; some day it’ll get better.
We all find it difficult to see things the same way we all see. It’s very hard for me to deal with people because I never know what to expect from the person I’m talking to. Have you ever looked someone in the eye and just try to imagine what the outcome of the conversation you’re having could be?! It’s very hard, no matter how hard you practiced and tried.
In our life, very few people can handle the truth and the facts; those people are the ones who stick around longer, even if they’re not there they remain in our hearts, because they are the ones who mattered most.
At my old job, I met people who would just flood you with compliments as you go, and to be honest, it felt much more secure than my new job where I get no compliments but the truth. At my old job they had no argument to let me go, I could just pull out the old card of “you said, he said” and I’ll just get my job back with a possible raise!
However, when you meet people who just tell you what you’re really worth to them it just puts a lot of things into perspective and pushes you to always give that 110% the whole way through.
Moral is that the truth might hurt and scare, but it keeps you on top giving all you got and pushing your limits to be better than what you really are.
Ironic situation I’m put through every single day when my fiancé wonders why I don’t get upset when she criticises something I’ve done and she gets fussed if I tell her about something she’s done; isn’t that what it should be like?! But I don’t blame her for living in a society where all you hear are compliments and rarely the truth!
Let’s change the world and be honest. We’re a generation of honesty. We’re a generation that just doesn’t know when to shut the hell up, and will not till we get what we want!
Let’s take pride in everything that we are! Bow to yourself and embrace everything you believe in. It’s not the end and will never be the end till we decide it’s the end.
I love you all.