A quote revolving around the wisdom of illusion. You see what you want to see, build up a deceptive image around it and once you achieve, you find that it’s not how you imagined it to be (e.g. Pokemon Go).
How often have you bitten your tongue in an effort not to be that guy/girl? Where you sat in your classroom, your teacher had given you your assignments, your friends scrambled for their pen and paper to get started, and you? You were puzzled, looking around the room trying to get a hint as to what it is you were supposed to be doing. So the question arises; do you really want to be that one student who timidly pops their hand in the air to say ‘What are we supposed to be doing?’
Positivity is a term people love to use in abstract. The good old jab to your stomach and a ‘just be positive man’ jibe to consult your left-over ache. ‘Just be positive’ has become so commonplace you forget that the accomplishment of this involves the altering of how you process thoughts, events, and interactions to an incredibly significant degree. Unlearning and relearning a habit you have had for as long as you’ve been alive while not necessarily changing your life upside down but making sure that the obstacles you would have met with your eyes and ears closed, you now meet with a confident smile and a cheeky wink – that’s happiness.
What makes you cynical?
Age, for one. A better word for it would, of course, experience. Interactions, burned bridges, and the disparity between what is being said and the hypocritical actions that follow.
I enjoy the thought of waking up, having my morning tea on the weekend, opening a fresh word document and wondering. Just stare at the blankness of a new page and wonder if there is something I have to say, that I haven’t said before and say it eloquently.
You’re you when you devour an entire pizza by yourself at home and you’re also you when you’re working your ass off at work trying to whip up the best presentation ever made.
It’s all you.
Do you think anyone knows who they really are? I don’t. I mean I may have a slight idea, yet every day I find a tiny fraction of undiscovered self which is not really big enough for me to stop, register and define myself using it going ‘oh so that’s me’.
Don’t force yourself to extremes thinking there is a set list of things to do to achieve a moment of sublime self-revelation. I doubt that exists. It’s a slow progress. It’s the slow lessons that sink in.
So when your asshole boss gives you a tight deadline you may find that you are a humongous stress ball barely capable of handling the pressure – but you met the deadline. Capable but emotionally turbulent. That was you with that one deadline. For your next tight project, you may be something else entirely.
The reason why you can’t figure yourself out entirely is because you are continuously evolving and shaping yourself every single second.
Unless you have an innate desire to do certain things, don’t do it with the objective to find something else will be revealed by doing so.
Just live. Live while finding out bits and pieces while doing so.
Another mystery blogger award! My first thanks of course goes to Jess who’s a budding blogger with talent I hugely admire and I can only encourage you to check hers out – you won’t regret it. I am honoured as always to be put up for these and it means a whole lot! Also, thank you Okoto Enigma for creating the mystery blogger award.
I did horribly in my A levels, I knew I wasn’t going to get much from it and pulling that piece of paper out of the envelope, my eyes skimming the contents briefly and promptly sliding it back in, shrugging and hearing myself utter the words ‘eh…good enough’.
Right click the phrase and scroll down to ‘synonyms’ and you’ll find the closest alternative term to be ‘shit’.
Getting ready, you have bed hair and this stubborn strand of hair is clicked up like a mini-horn and so you use hair product to make it sit. It only bounces back stronger and faster than before; fuck it, good enough.