I’m really bad at living my life.
At any given time, I have so many doubts and concerns. A lot of questions and reservations. That’s why some days I hold back. I play it safe.
I need to live. After all, I only get one life.
But it’s okay to take a break here and there. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact I can’t do everything every day.
I like my lifestyle. I like my life. It’s messy. At times, it’s downright ugly. Still, I’m happy and grateful right now.
I can’t imagine living a different life. I realize how lucky I am. I’m able to read, write, blog. I never want to take those things for granted.
Sometimes I think I’m the least understanding person when it comes to my own predicament. I don’t understand why I can’t read 50 pages every single day. I don’t understand why I can’t write 2,000 words all the time. I’m so hard on myself when I fall short.
I need to remember that life isn’t a destination. It’s a journey. Life isn’t about the numbers. It’s about the process.
Besides, I didn’t fall in love with my hobbies because of arbitrary numbers. I fell in love because they made me feel like I was floating on clouds.
At the end of the day, I want to enjoy the little things. So I will do my best to live my own life. I won’t live someone else’s.