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Who are we without our imagination, dreams, and ambition? Megan Byron, "Wife of cheating CEO... for now," has issued a formal statement, claiming, "A man of ambition brought down by his own astonishing lack of imagination," had left me wondering... How much do we limit ourselves by believing we deserve less? Has our love and desire for convenience killed our ability to appreciate and enjoy our process? It's no rocket science that the heavy reliance on AI has undoubtedly had negative impacts on our ability to think critically. So, what do we do with all this information in such a short time? Do you remember the last time you dreamt of what you were trying to reveal and pursue? If your answer to a direct question is simply enough for you, I fear you are missing so much more. Revive the thrill of seeking!!!
(I struggle with English as it is my third language, pls spare me)
(I struggle with English as it is my third language, pls spare me)
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🌠been feeling v compelled lately to practice self-respect in the form of dedicating time and energy into honing my creative skills despite the loathsome grind of my 8 - 5 job.
i spent a lot of time and money and emotional energy to get the job i have now and i don't hate what i do but i do know that there's more to all of this beautiful life than playing it safe and getting sucked into a monotonous cycle.
loving and respecting myself means devoting myself to my higher aspirations. deep down i know my soul glows brightest when i create and i'm seen thru that work. i'm on a ferocious pursuit to brighten that glow every day and i hope you are too if you feel that same impulse.
i spent a lot of time and money and emotional energy to get the job i have now and i don't hate what i do but i do know that there's more to all of this beautiful life than playing it safe and getting sucked into a monotonous cycle.
loving and respecting myself means devoting myself to my higher aspirations. deep down i know my soul glows brightest when i create and i'm seen thru that work. i'm on a ferocious pursuit to brighten that glow every day and i hope you are too if you feel that same impulse.
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i forgot my headphones at home. i was about to either
1) pump black country new road
2) watch brooklyn 99.
i miss being passionate about things, not being able to sleep, eat, speak, or fathom anything beyond the apple of my eye and the fruit of my thoughts.
i miss waking up with one thing in mind, how i would explore it that day, and how i would explore it the next
it’s been people it’s been sewing guitar driving religion philosophy photography writing filming blogging
i think, regardless of any tik tok data explosion with the intention of ripping out each of my brain cells to keep me submissive and docile because of a wrecked attention span, i’m not a girl of her commitments- i get bored.
and i am bored. i feel this lack of passion so deeply in my body, its been a catalyst for the recent crashouts ive had ( and there’s been plenty) i don’t know how to stay, and work hard, and allow myself to grow to what i want to be right in this instance. not to shine my own shoes, but i’m not super used to being bad at things. i’ve always always always coasted, and now that im trying to be a gaf (give a fuck) filled girl, ive realized, sucking at something hurts a lot more when you’ve put in the work to be good at it.
if it wasn’t me writing this, and my best friend called me and told me this word for word, i would tell her how normal that feeling was, and that she herself knew what to do; commit. and that is my advice, dear sweet amalia, commit, commit, commit.
i miss being passionate about things, not being able to sleep, eat, speak, or fathom anything beyond the apple of my eye and the fruit of my thoughts.
i miss waking up with one thing in mind, how i would explore it that day, and how i would explore it the next
it’s been people it’s been sewing guitar driving religion philosophy photography writing filming blogging
i think, regardless of any tik tok data explosion with the intention of ripping out each of my brain cells to keep me submissive and docile because of a wrecked attention span, i’m not a girl of her commitments- i get bored.
and i am bored. i feel this lack of passion so deeply in my body, its been a catalyst for the recent crashouts ive had ( and there’s been plenty) i don’t know how to stay, and work hard, and allow myself to grow to what i want to be right in this instance. not to shine my own shoes, but i’m not super used to being bad at things. i’ve always always always coasted, and now that im trying to be a gaf (give a fuck) filled girl, ive realized, sucking at something hurts a lot more when you’ve put in the work to be good at it.
if it wasn’t me writing this, and my best friend called me and told me this word for word, i would tell her how normal that feeling was, and that she herself knew what to do; commit. and that is my advice, dear sweet amalia, commit, commit, commit.
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Whenever I pass by a pair of baby shoes at the store I wonder what my life will be like ten years from now. Funny that it sounds bizarre to love something that doesn't exist yet I am enamored with my future children.
I like to think that maybe love is there, just in the unborn.
Loving someone is never a waste, and the thought of loving him for the rest of my life definitely gives me the drive to work hard; if it means that my back will ache as I hunch over my desk to illustrate or animate I will bear through it with a smile. I really want to pursue art, it makes me happy and I have so many ideas.
Maybe one day I'll meet with my highschool best friend, and we will sit and chat for hours at a café. She will tell me the trajectory of her life while I show her my current work in progress and explain that love did prevail. I'll tell her about my engineer who works hard, and the two little darlings, all of which occupy my heart.
There's an idea that you shouldn't expect things to happen because life is a roller-coaster, yet I know I can accomplish my dreams with time. You shouldn't be afraid of dying, you should be afraid of not living. Why live in fear when you only live once?
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The other day I laid face down on my friend's mattress after our sesh, hoping her two cats, Gaston & Fawn, would come out to see me. I felt the actions I took were extremely delayed, and as I looked up, Gaston, the little ginger one, was right in front of me. I pet him and immediately understood why the ancient Egyptians loved these little fellas so much. That interaction with Gaston felt religious.
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