Apr 15, 2020
So I've come to realize why journals tend not to last very long for me. I create them out of longing, a way to express myself when others aren't around, aren't trustworthy, or otherwise can't be talked to. When I started this even, as I continued it, I was in a state of seclusion. Even the things I did share with others I wrote here first. It was my primary outlet. That has changed, I have people now, I've opened up a bit to those I knew and gained others.
A little while ago I got baked and finished my journey toward finding meaning in life. It was a strange and surreal experience that I think I will carry with me the rest of my life. I also learned quite a lot about myself in the process and have new goals and ideas to work toward. Yet i didn't post any of it because I had people to talk to.
Maybe I'll post my notes from being stoned later but if not the end of the ideological road can be summarized as this: everything is a loop, nothing matters, enjoy it when you can.
all_winters_eve · Thu Apr 16, 2020 @ 06:08am · 0 Comments |