midnightdreams

a journal of my moods, dreams, and moments I can’t say out loud.

[lettersfrommyrooms]

🚶 Walking Through My Situation

Life isn't always a pleasant stroll. There are times when the journey is long, curvy, and filled with problems I never requested. There are days when I'm lost, without a clue where I'm going or why life must be so complicated. But as I continue walking, I've come to know that each step — even when it hurts — brings me a little closer to knowing myself.

Slogging through my circumstances is fighting challenges I sometimes can't help but face. It's becoming strong enough to grip when things aren't going right. There are times when I'd want to stop, get a break, or turn around. But I think about why I began — and that keeps me going.

On this stroll, I have come to understand that struggle and pain do not signify weakness. They signify growth. Every test is a lesson in patience, every fall is a forging of my strength, and every little victory helps me remember that I am stronger than I believe.

Sometimes the road is empty. But I've learned to be at peace with the emptiness and to hope for little things — a gentle word, a smile, or even just the power to move another step forward. I don't have all my ducks in a row yet, but I know every step matters.

Walking through my circumstances is not merely about being — it's about increasing, it's about learning, and believing that things are going to improve one day. I might fall, I might stumble, but I will always get up and keep going.

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🌙 Digital Diary: Finding My Flow

Lately, I’ve been learning how to slow down — not because I’m lazy or lost, but because I’ve realized that growth doesn’t always look like movement. Sometimes, it’s just about breathing, pausing, and letting yourself exist in the in-between.

Life as a Multimedia Arts student is a blur — deadlines, group projects, and constant edits. Some days, my brain feels like an open tab with too many windows open. But amidst the chaos, I have moments of serenity — the click of my pen nibs, the light of my screen at midnight, the soft buzz of concentration when I'm doing something that feels right.

I used to believe that creativity had to be boisterous — big and bright. Now, I believe it's quieter, more fluid, but just as potent: light filtered through water, bending shape, but still enormous. All of my projects, all of my mistakes, all of the art is a lesson about who I am becoming.

This virtual space has gradually become my reflection — where I write, where I write, where I simply am. Perhaps that is what a virtual diary is all about: grasping little fragments of your becoming before they slip away.

Here I go again, writing my thoughts into nothingness — and hoping someone, somewhere, reads this and feels a little less alone.

🌸To quiet progress, subtle growth, and to finding beauty in the unfinished.

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Without a song, the day would never end Without a song, the road would never bend When things go wrong, a man ain't got a friend Without a song... ~"Without a Song," composed by Vincent Youmans, lyrics by Billy Rose and Edward Eliscu, 1929

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“Keep going. No feeling is final.” — Rainer Maria Rilke

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maybe it’s just a phase

Lately, I’ve been feeling lost between dreams and reality. Some days I wake up with motivation, other days I feel like disappearing. Writing this here, hoping that someday I’ll look back and realize this was part of growing up. 🌧️

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