Hey guys, me again. Long time no see, right? Talking about time, let’s get into it right away. I feel like every time I feel a bit lost in myself or in my life, I come here to just…talk. No judgement, no answer actually, just me and…well…myself, I guess. Anyway.
Time. And Life.
Time is always is issue. I mean, on one hand, it is the most fascinating thing ever, like, how is it possible for Time to go on and on like this? and for Life to just… happen…in/with time? But this is not the issue here, because this is a debate for another day. Another life even, because there’s to much to say. So. I was saying. On the other hand, Time is…the greatest bitch ever!
I don’t have time to do the things I want to do. Or to be me. The me I wanna be. The me I try to be. This is hard enough on itself, I don’t need Time to come messing with me on this. Or maybe the problem is that I can’t find time? Because everyone around me seem to find time for themselves. So it seems to be here. I might just to be able to size it? Maybe I should be more self-centered? Maybe I should get more time for myself and not sharing my precious Time with all my loved ones? But I do love my time with and for other. This is me. Making them got first, this is me. So, yeah, again, I’m facing an odd dilemma. Probably as odd and old as Time itself.
And again, I feel like I shouldn’t be complaining, but guys, let’s be honest, I majored in complaining!
So, Time and me. Right now. When I can get a bit of time in my life, I run for sharing it with my friends and loved ones. But whenever they got time, then don’t run to me. They actually enjoy it. So the fact is, I don’t have any time for me, and they all have time for themselves. I could get more time for me, but since they won’t come to me, I don’t want to lose my time with them if I don’t push on my side to share time with them. And missing my me-time feels like missing myself, in a way. Like, for example, I’m a writer (or at least a wannabe writer, when I got…well, time to be one, ha), but I haven’t write anything for 6 months. This is a sleeping part of me right now, so I’m not really fully myself right now.
And same problem ; I spent too much time doing anything else than R-E-S-T. And God how Humans need to rest to be at their best. I’m tired and I’m a nervous wreck, but every time I get a chance, I do a lot of things instead of anything for me (rest, read, write, OR just breath…). And I kind of start feel that it interferes with my relationships and my work. So what, I need a break? Vacations? Yeah, but doesn’t anyone need it for various reason? Argh. Why I am always feeling pity for myself?
I haven’t reread any of this, I’m just externalizing my thoughts as they come. And you know what? I’m actually writing! Ha! This is not what I meant by me as a wannabe writer, but it is part of it in a way. And it feels good anyway. So I should just let myself enjoy a little me-time for now and then. I know. It could get better real soon. Right?
Hey guys, me again. Long time no see, right? Talking about time, let's get into it right away. I feel like every time I feel a bit lost in myself or in my life, I come here to just...talk. No judgement, no answer actually, just me and...well...myself, I guess. Anyway. Time. And Life. Time is always… Continue reading Time and Life – The oldest drama of all –