No thoughts can grew in a hung over head.
Silence comes in so many varieties. It is a joy to collect
them all in uninterrupted solitude.
The more you reflect on yourself the less you know who you
are.
To jump into cold water is to spend one second suspended in
the air tasting inevitability.
Being so oblivious about your future selfs estetic
preferences to be able to tattoo stuff on your skin must
feel liberating.
If you're uncertain where your mind is at a little archery
practise will tell you just how in the moment you are.
For me as an introvert to complain about the volume of my
neighbors music to their face you better believe it was
bloody loud.
Reading random indieweb blogs is soothing as people feel
relatable, unlike social media where its just barbies and
kens.
Sometimes I wish my legs were shorter so that I would have
an easier time to reach my daily 10k steps.
I know I can't possibly run from my problems, I can't even
run from my extra kilos.
If I have already peaked it must have been a really small
peak for sure.
I can enjoy tea but I crave coffee.
Acutely aware that the rest of my life has already
commenced with me still searching for the map.
Having a dog enables enjoying solitude without looking like
a weirdo out on his own.
Every morning waking up I have to piece together what I did
yesterday to keep traveling in a straight line.
Excuses leave through the mouth, that's why they're more
persuasive still lingering in your head.
Luxury is not something you afford, it's something someone
else will never dream to own.
Focus is a shy and delicate animal it can only ever
flourish in quiet, out of sight.
For every opinion you hold to be true or important there is
some weirdo lurking online with the complete opposite
belief, you are also someones weirdo!
What I truely need is a flat line what the world is telling
me to strive for is an exponential curve.
Other peoples code always suck, I don't even know who I was
all those years ago.