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"Finding yourself" is not really how it works. You aren't a ten-dollar-bill in last winter's coat pocket. You are also not lost. Your true self is right there, buried under cultural conditioning, other people's opinion, and inaccurate conclusions you drew as a kid that became your beliefs about who you are. "Finding yourself" is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you.
— Emily Mcdowell.
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four years ago, I was miserable. my heart was always heavy. tears were constantly threatening to spill out of my eyes. anxiety had made a home burrowed in my stomach. I was afraid I would feel sad forever. when you are at the lowest of lows, so accustomed to spending your days aching, it’s difficult to imagine things being any other way; I know that sounds cheesy, but it is beyond true.
I am so thankful for where I’m at today. I never fathomed I could be so at peace, so in love with life and in love with who I am becoming. I’m accomplishing goals, making money, and visiting places. I have a healthy relationship with a boy and more importantly, a healthy relationship with me. I strive to better myself every single day. to grow, to learn, to give, and to make positive changes however I can.
the moral of the story: keep going. time will heal you. happiness is possible. I promise. (that being said, you can’t heal in the same places you’ve been hurt. stop returning to toxic people, toxic situations. put yourself first!)
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Let's talk about the pressure of being the best. Most of our lives, we give ourselves so much pressure to achieve great things. We have to keep in mind that we won't always succeed. We will fail but don't let this failure makes us forget that we are already enough. Push forward.
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I ain't the same soul I once was. A lot has changed, a lot had to changed. So you shouldn't expect out of me what I embodied in the past, for that part of me no longer exists.
Because the day I changed was the day I quit trying to fit into a world that never really fit me.
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We all have that happy moment, at least once in our life. A moment that won't be replaced with anything because it was just... too precious. A moment that always be remembered and we wish it could be lasts forever. A moment that teach us how to be grateful about every second we had with our loved ones because when it's gone all we can do is just hoping that we could turn back the time.
Bandung, May 2018.
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Planting pain and sorrow, wrongful thoughts of taking my tomorrow.
Laughing, dissing, messing, patronizing my spirit in the tone that is most demeaning.
In a silent, confined space I seek for comfort and clarity only to have you louder and meaner.
I wish you would stop, these tears that flow uncontrollably and to seek solace from up above.
What would make you go? When the fear wheights greater than the blood that flows.
My strength is diminishing yet it cannot be defeated, I will bring you with me till the end.
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It has been said, "time heals all wounds", I don't agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
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"Indra-indra kita memberikan gambaran yang tidak tepat tentang dunia, suatu gambaran yang tidak sesuai dengan akal kita."
— Parmenides, 470 SM.
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It's never been an easy way out because I know the consequences and I am willing to dwell with the risks. To escape of the stability is meaning to have more discipline than what it takes before, is meaning that I have to take full responsibility upon myself in financial and in verification. Someone told me that the mental is being tested when one is stable financially yet holding tight to the dreams they once had when I was younger.
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Such high expectations and so little support. How can I be positive? Being positive all the time is to deny the truth.
Such high aspirations but so little motivation. You can build me up and up yet no matter what I will crumble and take everyone around me down.
“Mentally unstable” ; the label is misleading. I have to live up to my illness... don’t I?
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I thought it might be a great thing to be the air; I could be something and nothing at the same time. I could be necessary and also invisible. Everyone would need me and no one would be able to see me.
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And everyday I am learning about you the things that no one else sees and the end comes too soon like dreaming of angels.
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No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
— Haruki Murakami
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Don't let Instagram fool you. There are people with only 3-9 likes who have plenty of friends. People with 100+ likes who are lonely as fuck. Couples who look so happy together, yet are miserable as hell. People who don't post pictures of themselves and their significant other, but are in a beautiful loving relationship. People who know each other very well but appear as strangers. People who are up to their neck in debt yet live lavish Instagram life. Remember, this is not real life. Appearances are just that, appearances...
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