Until You Make It But Don't Fake It

A quick stop to Hive before hitting the sack. Time check: 11:40pm Monday PH time. Tap tap tap. Yawns! Thinking out loud in the middle of the dark.

So what's up, brain? A fulfilled life is found inside crafted by making it. Something that pops in my head. You're hopeful you can get yourself there in the end in case you're put in the effort. Go get into work.

Well, I might want to say that I awaken each and every day prepared to greet the world and loaded with positive goals that simply will not stop. I might want to say it, yet I can't. Oftentimes when I;m awaken, and the last thing I need to do is face the world. I oftentimes would prefer not to get going. Every so often, I would prefer not to be me the fact that I would prefer to drink coffee and imagine that life isn't untidy chaotic.

Sometimes, I want to be me since I generally consider everything to be it is. I'm hopeful and don't have the idea how to be some other way. There are days when all I need to do is shy away from reality and let the world and each of my concerns sort out themselves without me. Days when I no more need to manage my life. Yet, I still get up each day.

I've never sorted out some way to stow away from life. I totally do not have the capacity to deliberately ignore anything broken in my reality. I will not imagine that it's going on when it isn't, paying little mind to how awkward that makes me. I will look under each rock and challenge each shadow, but overwhelming it feels so I can return to where I need to be intellectually.

Life is chaotic. It is!

It's powerful. It's contagious. It's passionate. It thumps you. It bites you to pieces and lets you out. Your existence isn't dictated by faking it until you make it. Your world is controlled by how well you stroll through the fire. Expecting obviously, you permit yourself to see the fire in any case.

Seeing everything unmistakably. The dull. The unpredictable. I have worked unreasonably hard and fought such a large number of devils to acknowledge anything short of what I deserve.

It may not feel better nor look pretty. I let it go. Life turns into an untruth. I will not be content and cheerful. I need more from life than that.

Just some serious randoms for today.

I love seeing people hustle and endeavor to get to where they need to be. That feeling when you achieve something you've worked your butt off for is absolutely amazing. It's okay to get tired, but it's not okay to give up. Let's put our focus on our objectives, my friends. We got this!

I wish you all well and goodnight from here. Talk to you later.

One love,
@bloghound
(my pen name)