You didn’t know it would be so difficult; everything in your life has to be done by you, almost.
You’re consumed by fear, anxiety, paranoia, depression. Music, poetry, and mindfulness meditation make it better, it gives you a new perspective.
You couldn’t really understand why things happened the way they did. The dots do connect somehow; maybe you just have to be patient and trust the process.
This is your last year before you turn 30. You always wanted to be thirty, to reach your thirties. The thirties always seemed like the best decade, in many ways; old enough to understand certain paradoxes, and yet young enough to still have the innocence and naivety of youth.
Making mistakes and ‘walking into the wrong room’ is the only way you reach the optimal destination for you. It’s usually not shown or known, ahead of time.
May god be with the broken, the confused, the troubled; that iridescent spirit, the source of peace.
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