The world is full of liars, self, of voices that speak falsely. Take heed, for often the liar is you.
Every human being is aware, on some level, of how utterly shite they are. All of us know, to some extent, what our flaws are. We are not perfect. By virtue of being human, we fall short, and for all of our five senses, we can be staggeringly blind, deaf, and senseless to what’s going […]
I am a slow learner. I am no longer what I used to be. I feel that my mimd is shrinking, or even scarier — that it had always been small to begin with. I feel the limits of my brain acutely: I require more rest (at least 7 hours a day), and get more […]
Much as my father insists that he’s still 35, he is, most unfortunately, no longer in his mid-30’s. In fact, I am witness to the (frankly alarming) signs of old age he displays in the form of his developing Old Geezer Syndrome. Alas! It is true. My father has been struck by this most fearsome […]
“Who was it, then, that gave you the desire to write? For certainly, it did not come from you.” A single finger taps where her heart ought to be, hidden behind its cage of bone, “You may think you thought it up – that it was your splendid idea – but no. This desire does […]
2016 is gone and past, and another year lies ahead of us. For everyone, the year had its fair share of highs and lows – this is true for me as well. New Year’s Resolutions are a dime a dozen, and most won’t be able to commit to them. I’ve made a few myself, and […]
Dear self, Presented with a mirror, you do not see yourself – you see flaws. Which is, when given the time to think about it, a truly ridiculous sentiment, especially since instead of just seeing your flaws, you magnify them instead. You are prone to be far too hard on yourself than anyone else ever will be, which is […]
Summer was upon us. The leaves swayed in the light breeze – they made a particular sound as the zephyr brushed against them in a gentle caress. It was soothing: both the breeze and the rustling leaves. I was on my way home that day. It was the last day of class, and the campus […]
It is no secret to anyone who knows me fairly well that I am Bipolar. Of this, I am not ashamed. I have no shame in being Bipolar.
But not being ashamed of being Bipolar does not immediately equate that I feel no shame at all.
I think I just accidentally wrote down my purpose in life.