It's illogical, why are you afraid of having your desires?
You dream, you manifest, you reach toward the life you desire. Yet when it stands before you, you hesitate. Why does success feel like an unfamiliar weight, something foreign, something unearned?
You have been conditioned to believe that struggle is a prerequisite for worth, that suffering is a rite of passage, that you must crawl before you walk and bleed before you bloom. But tell me, who decided this? Who told you that you must burn to learn? That ease is unnatural? That success must be a battle rather than a birthright?
Society has shackled you with the belief that you must work for your dreams, that you must prove yourself before you can receive. That if something comes easily, it must not be real. But reality is not bound by these outdated rules. You are not bound by them either.
It’s illogical.
It is your duty to break free from these illusions. To unlearn the lies that tell you success must be chased, fought for, earned. Your desires are not rewards for suffering. They are not distant treasures at the end of a long, winding road. They are already yours. They have always been yours.
So stop running from them. Stop resisting what was always meant to be. Stop waiting for permission to live the life you desire. You were not meant to struggle. You were meant to thrive.
does it hurt to not scroll?
yes, yes it does.
how? in what sense? can you die from it?
i stabbed a book with a bleeding pen. it's ink splattered on my clothes.
i tore the pages with the sharp tip of the writing tool and cut through letters i once wrote.
i tore off a page filled with senseless shit and burned it in the daylight.
the burning flame that seeped from the lighter was dimmer than the sun shining bright. i could not see it.
i thought the tool was broken so i stopped and decided to take a shower.
whilst doing so i pondered. i imagined the lighter i threw away burning up in flames inside the trash bin lighting the house on fire.
yes. yes it does.
and the don't forget the stark contrast between love and the (possible) fact that that person you like may be the only true friend that you have.
“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and loving the person they really are.”
— Unknown
“It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?”
— Sara Shepard, The Visibles
do I exist because I exist? or I exist only because I exist?
“Never give up on something you really want. It may be difficult to wait, but it is worse to live with regret.”
— Unknown
I'll close my eyes until I fall asleep.
I'll feel my time run out for it's not mine to keep.
“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”
— Mandy Hale
My raw materials: -Light -Time -Words Untouchable, but they touch.