It's funny how perspectives change. How it flips with time. Some five or six years ago I used to believe I was enough. Now I feel less and less like a wuss. Some five or six years ago, My life wasn't perfect but I felt wonderful, I felt like it was okay. Now I feel terror and horror just contemplating my future. Some five or six years ago, I used to think How I Met Your Mother- was a lame sitcom but now I am in verge of completing all nine seasons within just weeks. Just some five or six years ago, I knew so little yet I didn't have this urge to be like somebody else.Now I feel every second, every min to live somebody's life but mine. It is not years that change perspectives, Months do too, even a few weeks change everything. What you believe, what you admired once and thought those feelings gonna last and just within a week it's gone or just give it 72 hours rest and you would find yourself thinking differently.
Hi B, Season is changing. The hard days are almost over. The city I live in has turned so beautiful, I get overwhelmed by the beauty. Tulips are in. Cherry blossoms are blossoming. Magnolia, Beautiful white flowers, name unknown to me. Taking a walk out feels like a celebration of life. It feels like I'm falling in love with the city. I remember when I first moved here 2 years ago, the excitement and the crippling anxiety of starting a new life from scratch. Now, after 2 years, I feel a warmth and love for the place. I don't know if I would feel the same when the winter comes though. Seasonal depression is no joke. My new mantra for life now is to chill. Praise the nature and find pretty little corners in the city. Write poems. Paint, maybe. Seek positivity. Love. Be kind to self. No rush. Read books. Just flow.
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