"I realized I was too focused on "passing this period" that I would only realize I was truly happy later in life, while missing out on the period I'm in."


I owe it to myself to enjoy the unenjoyable.

The long work days.

My thinning hair. 

Emails, a lot of unanswered ones too. 

I'm always focused on making things work now, that I forget to process my feelings only to realise later that "damn I looked good", or "I was actually really happy."

Caught onto this nostalgia I forget that I'm currently living better days. 

It's always me vs time, and a gap, a huge one, where I miss out on everything in between. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Emotional Intelligence by Gill Hasson (a book I met on the road)