I am so completely over the thrills and chills. Well, I want to be over it. I want to find meaning in the ordinary. Nothing major need to happen in my life for me to know I'm living. I want to know that I'm living my best life even if my best life is going to work, going to church and hanging out with my small group of friends. I want to be satisfied with that. I don't want to need to travel the world to feel like I'm living my best life. I don't want to resent the days when I have nothing pleasurable doing.
Sometimes, I think about how familiar I am with this story. That an Almighty God, stepped down into earth and was born a natural way, lived a humble simple life only to die just to bridge the gap between us and Him. My familiarity leads me to forget the significance of it all. I shouldn’t be familiar with this. I shouldn’t be familiar with this love and treat it like I am entitled to it. It isn’t the case here. There is nothing familiar about another taking my place
**trigger warning for people dealing with depression and loss" “...and the sound of the rain, against my window pane, is slowly driving me insane, I’m going down.” I cannot tell you the exact moment I knew I was depressed. But it seems like it was a one cigarette a day thing that turns into lung [...]
Long time! It actually hasn't been a long time for me. I have drafted so many posts and not hit publish, because I haven't really been feeling good about my writing. I was thinking everything sort of sound the same, and my life isn't that interesting but I recently revisited a book called Big Magic [...]