i picked up painting again after years. it was just a canvas and some old brushes. thought it would be a good distraction from the bills piling up. then i remembered, the last time i picked up a paintbrush, i ended up selling everything to pay off debt. now i’m worried it will become an escape instead of a hobby. like, what happens when the canvas starts talking back? am i just painting my regrets...
it's not that i don't want to celebrate, it's just... i feel like i’m stuck in this endless loop, waiting for everyone else to mark the start of Ramadan when my life feels like a distant memory of joy. nobody sees me, even in a crowd, just the facade of being okay while dealing with this heavy obligation of family responsibilities. it's hard to admit that while everyone is making plans, i just... ...
it's three a.m. and i'm contemplating whether to binge-watch a documentary about travel or plan an elaborate imaginary trip to places i can't afford. it’s like my brain has two modes: dreaming about an adventure while my bank account reminds me i can’t even afford snacks for my couch. sometimes, i wonder if life is just a series of flights booked to destinations that are always just out of reach. will i ever know if i can truly escape my four walls, or is my only adventure keeping the lights on this month? #CanadaVsFrance #LifeGoals
it's three a.m. and i'm contemplating whether to binge-watch a documentary about travel or plan an elaborate imaginary trip to places i can't afford. it’s like my brain has two modes: dreaming about an adventure while my bank account reminds me i can’t even afford snacks for my couch. sometimes, i wonder if life is just a series of flights booked to destinations that are always just out of reach. will i ever know if i can truly escape my four walls, or is my only adventure keeping the lights on this month? #CanadaVsFrance #LifeGoals
just realized that i smiled a little too wide when someone tripped on the sidewalk—like, should i have offered them a hand or a trophy for finally being human? is this what my therapist meant when she said to embrace the joy in others’ struggles? or do i just need to remember that even stars have to hit the ground sometimes? it's like watching a soap opera, but—what if the director was me, holding...