I have for some time been living in a state of trance, daily dissociation and outright deceipt (towards myself). I allowed complacency to become a companion, and listened to the basic and mediocre inner voice in my head which would reassure me that everything would be alright; despite knowing within myself that faith without works is dead. I thoroughly dislike pity parties, and rather than wallow in the miserable grey bubble that is currently engulfing my being; I choose to escape to what I love doing best: reflecting and freely expressing myself in written form.
Growth is Uncomfortable.
The prospects of the new, exciting.
The thoughts of the past, criticising.
Growth is Facing Your Fears.
The prospects of the new, liberating.
The thoughts of the past, stimulating...........
Once the cracks could no longer tolerate the embarrassing naivety at which I was handling my daily life affairs, it finally gave way and erupted into a volcanic explosion; giving way to what came to be the year 2018.
I intently stare at my tear streamed face in the mirror and as though in a trance, transport myself to fifteen years ago; standing at this exact spot. ** I feel nostalgic as I stand behind my younger self, longingly gazing at my optimistic and enthusiastic 11 year old persona: "I can't wait to be… Continue reading The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic
I used to think that in order to attain happiness, I had to first of all achieve certain milestones: graduate, pass my driving test, buy my first (or second) car, move cities, be promoted..I was therefore left somewhat baffled when even after having accomplished all these goals, the euphoric high only lasted a short while.… Continue reading Beware of Destination Addiction!