I've been ultra caught up in a web of uncertainty for too long. Letting the crazy antics of this world spin me out of control. I'm jaded really, but only recently got the will to admit how far from home I'd drifted. They say, don't sail against the winds but adjust your sails. And I'd believed to the very bottom of my heart that was exactly what I was doing.
But, I presume that I've not done so. I just allowed myself to be constantly battered by the rough tides. With my sails unfortunately facing the opposite direction. Bummer huh?
Then some me time. I went back to what I knew, what made me happy.
Creativity. In all forms. Art.
It's the only thing which gets my blood pumping. Music, style, flavour. Quite different from the monotonous world that I've been forced to adopt. A world I'm still trying to adapt to. A change I'm not sure if it's possible to transition to. I've given my all, looked at it from a multitude of perspectives. All I see and feel when I think of it is sadness. A type of dejection that I previously never even experienced.
So, I asked the question. Is it better to be...happy or responsible. What do you put first, survival or happiness? Does it make sense to survive and be unhappy?
Reasonable questions. Be reasonable with yourself
Reach for the stars, even if you fall, gonna land on a cloud.---Optimism is the key to success.
xoxo
