Been thinking about this lately, and I think I want a small life. Not a BAD life, not an ISOLATED life, and not a CLOSED life, but just... small with defined boundaries. I didn’t mean to overhear the old man on the bus, but he was talking to his friend and said, "Big joy and small joy are the same." How he was just as content the other night drinking coffee and cuddling his dogs as he was on his big trip. And honestly... I think that's it...

This morning, I was listening to a song while doing my morning walk, and I realized I really didn’t care what big things happened in my future, as long as I could still have the chance to feel the breeze of the fresh morning and walk home with some fruit to accompany me while reading on the porch later. And maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. Just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff, and see everything else as a bonus

If you can’t find me, look where the wind howls and dark clouds gather. I’ll be on the rooftop! Caught between a storm and the quiet pull of the unknown

🌸🌸

feelin blurry

a slow life, a life without rush, a life without deadlines, a life solely made up of early slow mornings.

Me: mentally drafts Oscar-worthy replies to everyone in my head, complete with plot twists and dramatic pauses

Also me: never actually sends them because serotonin went on an extended vacation.

Now I’m just here, unintentionally auditioning for the role of bad Person with a side of running on pure existential dread and vibes. Like, what even is this life ehh.

When I reread what I've written, I feel like I'm swallowing my own vomit.

Philosophy and classic literature are great if you can't afford therapy but nothing's been right since 😂