I’m not sure how to start or where to begin. It used to be that reading and writing were personal comforts of mine, but I couldn’t tell you why that came to an end. I think the pressure of the early twenties weighed heavily on me, to the point where I have been living only for set moments, experiences, nights out or other such immediate events. In truth, such outgoing endeavours are very tiresome for me, and sometimes I feel like I do them just so I can feel like I am ‘on the right path’ and doing the things I should be.
I want to start writing my reflections down again like I used to. I would like to refocus my mind and breathe. To be mindful about my days rather than to see them blur together into one mindless quest towards reaching my ‘purpose’. I’m beginning to feel more and more in my life that my ‘purpose’ will never be revealed in the magical form of a job, career or other such materialistic endpoints. Perhaps to be contented and present is greater nourishment for the soul than to chase what I cannot see.
Nothing feels very clear to me anymore, except that I feel a bit out of kilter on a spiritual level. I’m really looking forward to thinking about each coming day and ways to enjoy them. I’m tired of each morning and evening being consumed by games or tv shows in a desperate attempt to feel joy before engaging in my responsibilities. It’s time to slow down and recalibrate.
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