Losing track of my days as I write the majority of these at midnight, the cusp between each day.
It’s amazing how much getting up and going out changes your perspective on the world. I presume this is why travelling makes people more insightful, as they go around different cultures and interact with different people, they learn things they could have never have thought of. I never want to get out of bed. I usually spend my days there thinking of how people are achieving their goals and are doing things that make their life worthwhile. All of that seem a universe away to me, as if for some reason getting up and going out is the most difficult thing to do. I tend to over complicate things in my mind and maybe that’s partly the reason why I’m like this. But when you do it, it’s simple. You get up, put some clothes on and step out the door. Soon enough you start to realise that your hopes and dreams aren’t as far away as they seemed and really they’re not a universe away but just down the road. Maybe the steepest road you’ve ever been in but it’s reachable. Yet I hate it when people say with a little bit of hard work you can do anything. I know it’s true but it’s annoying, like yeah I’m trying. Unlike the past few days I’ve had an up day and hopefully it’ll be like that for a while.