We never just sit anymore. We never contemplate. We don’t think. We don’t stare. We don’t look out a window and let our thoughts wander, unless there’s simultaneously music playing in our ears or a book in our lap or a phone in our hand or sometimes all 3.
Perfectionism is about being frozen because you never want to find out that you are not the best at something. You circle the drain and repeat old behaviors and you control what you know you can control because the idea of risking being wrong or incorrect or imperfect makes your heart race in a terrible way.
Hangovers demand a light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to go on and actually leave your bed.
It’s easy to stay in your room and watch Netflix all night.
I just thought, “I’m so lonely.”
I’m staring my late-20s in the face, but I still couldn’t tell you the details of their anatomy.
What you think others think is more important than what they actually think. (It shows you to yourself.)
There are few people that I look up to in life, but Ryan Holiday is one of them.
They keep going back to the things that hurt them and the people who don’t want them. Even if it’s subconscious, they try to prove that they are worthy — even for just a second, even if only on the surface.
Embracing who you are can be scary, but the benefits of doing so far outweigh the consequences of hiding your truest self.