I feel like that episode of ATLA when Aang and Zuko saw the true meaning behind fire bending.

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I feel like that episode of ATLA when Aang and Zuko saw the true meaning behind fire bending.
*sigh*
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to play my instrument freely again. Practicing for hours was once a freeing and mindless joy of mine. Seeing myself become a true virtuoso after years of dedicated practice made me feel like I was doing something right. I have never felt more whole than when I played the piano.
But somehow, it became a task that I would eventually come to dread. I watched it sit and collect dust as I continued through college. I just couldn’t bring myself to sit down and play; and the occasions where I did, the memories of my former skills and dexterity would haunt me until I gave up.
As a composer and former musician, I am truly defeated. I know in my heart that I have the talent and passion to create, but what ever happened to the drive? What happened to me over the course of five years that made me hate playing the piano?
What exactly am I so afraid of?
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Late night thoughts by Seanen Middleton
just saw somebody say if you have a clean kitchen you're deeply unhappy like bitch. i just want to be able to grab my utensils while cooking and immediately use them. it's not that deep.
between this post and the one i saw saying that it's a worrying sign if you finish a book in a single day i'm starting to think some of you people just want to pathologise having a life
The implication is that the only path to happiness is to have such a busy social/work/spiritual/athletic life that you have no time for things like housework and recreational reading. Which sounds to me like Hell on Earth.
Crave her. Not just the sex, but like her scent, her vibe & her company.
School is finally over.
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