Everyday is a struggle.
From waking up to going to sleep. From picking the right clothes to wear and to deciding whether to take a bath or not. To eat or to continually doze of to sleeplandia. To go to the mall or to go home early. To be the employee I am paid to be or to be the boss of my own world. To shine or to mum. To be the person I am expected to be or to show the person I have become.
Every day that I drive myself to work, I say to myself that today is going to be different. Then I thank Him for giving me another day to live. This has become my habit. Not to mention humming "I can see clearly now, the rain has gone...it's gonna be a bright sun-shiney day..". I dont know why but somehow, this tiny habit has become my assurance...my comfort...that all will be well today. That nothing can take away my smile. That life is still good and that every day is a new day, a new chance.
I guess people will never understand the struggles I have in my life. Then again, they dont need to. Anxiety comes when I try to take the leash over something I have no control of. One of the many life lessons in ironically twisted design.
I have my life till 35. Having mvps limits you only to that certain span of thinking. Still 8 years coming. Good enough for me.
Taking one day at a time.
What will I do when I reach 35?
I'll cross the bridge when I get there.
From waking up to going to sleep. From picking the right clothes to wear and to deciding whether to take a bath or not. To eat or to continually doze of to sleeplandia. To go to the mall or to go home early. To be the employee I am paid to be or to be the boss of my own world. To shine or to mum. To be the person I am expected to be or to show the person I have become.
Every day that I drive myself to work, I say to myself that today is going to be different. Then I thank Him for giving me another day to live. This has become my habit. Not to mention humming "I can see clearly now, the rain has gone...it's gonna be a bright sun-shiney day..". I dont know why but somehow, this tiny habit has become my assurance...my comfort...that all will be well today. That nothing can take away my smile. That life is still good and that every day is a new day, a new chance.
I guess people will never understand the struggles I have in my life. Then again, they dont need to. Anxiety comes when I try to take the leash over something I have no control of. One of the many life lessons in ironically twisted design.
I have my life till 35. Having mvps limits you only to that certain span of thinking. Still 8 years coming. Good enough for me.
Taking one day at a time.
What will I do when I reach 35?
I'll cross the bridge when I get there.
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