Sometimes Being Alive Is A Task.

sometimes being alive is a task.

I go through each day, swimming through fog. unclear and slow. I’m not sure what I want out of life anymore, but I know it isn’t this.

I’m sad but I don’t try to make myself happy. I’ve submitted to my bad habits and wonder why my life looks the way it does.

I’m not asking for sympathy, or pity. But just to get this off my chest.

I’ve decided that life, at least right now, is an endless cycle of starting over and succumbing to my self made demise. Then getting up and fighting.

At least I have that, I desire more than I’ve allowed myself. Now I just have to bring it to life.

Do yourself a favour and start believing you deserve everything good in life and that nothing is out of reach for you.

Prioritize ease. Prioritize alignment. Prioritize peace. Prioritize discipline. Prioritize privacy. Prioritize healing. Prioritize mindfulness. Prioritize processing time. Prioritize good sleep. Prioritize your mental health. Prioritize yourself.

Tia Mowry, The Game, 2007

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