i love liking many things and i love liking many people. maybe this is bordering forced optimism and maybe i’m just saying this now because i’m having a nice day and the weather isn’t shit for once
Like liking things.
Bierzzare.
Surprisingly, this self-destructive behaviour is socially encouraged. It is in good taste to be resistant to high levels of alcohol. Overcoming this excess of alcohol seems a guarantee of strength and vigour. This role is often given to men. We are challenged to drink, and see who can bear it all night. Is it a sort of adoration for self-destruction? Drunken, we each become a grotesque character in the great human comedy. I don’t have any taste for self-destruction, and I oppose the choice of consicence! To remain clear-sighted, conscious of being alive, of being at peace all the time. Because I don't like this bizarre behaviour, I have decided to stop.
Lange Weile.
How is it going?
Better than expected.
I’ve been able to slow down and savor the things in life that make me feel happy, productive and alive. I have more time to think, read, write, exercise, meditate, see friends and family and devote as much time as I want to the focus list.
All the birthdays, all the worst days.
Turn up after all these years just to say goodbye
Zoe Wees: Daddy's Eyes
With hopes that you'll understand.
I will no longer
be disciplined
by the frustration
of an insecure men
Maria Mena: Our Battles