I used to write a lot about my day. Or a certain part of my day. A fleeting moment. Now when I try to write the thing that comes to my mind is what I always tell my mom when she calls. “Everything’s the same. Nothing’s going on.” And I mean it. Sure the challenges are there. The desires. Failures. But it seems to all blend together in a big swirly “not a big deal.” It’s not a bad thing. It’s good to have this sense of calmness. Not everything is a heart-pounding, palpitating, OMG moment. Now it’s… let’s assess the situation… Think before doing. Maybe it’s not that it’s all boring now compared to the past. Maybe everything from then to now is just not that big of deal.

it surprises me to see that even really pretty people get sad. i mean i know they’re humans too with real feelings but i just feel like, what can you be sad about?

but i think it’s just difficult to reach a level of satisfaction and remain in that level. like when i say once i get this thing, i will be really happy. it could be a thing or a position, a person or a situation, doesn’t matter. but once you get it, you feel happy but it’s fleeting. then you start to feel empty again and want something else.

the grass is always greener on the other side

another day to try… hope it all goes smoothly

hoping

star light, star bright first star i see tonight i wish i may, i wish i might have the wish i wished tonight

it’s all up to you now, my magical friend!