Pressing On The Keys, Making Words

A twenty-something year old girl trying to get by day by day.

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“As a child, I thought promises were meant to be fulfilled and forevers would last forever. I thought everyone meant the words that came out from their mouths and that people were actually happy if they had a smile on their face. But I was wrong. I grew up and reality gave me a hard slap across my face to wake me up from a dream of a fool, to tell me that it was all wrong. All I saw was people yelling at each other with broken dreams and promises in their hands. They showed me that some forevers would last for not more than 3 seconds long. Then I saw how people spat out lies to mask up their true intentions and how most of them shone brightly with the prettiest smile on their face only to break down, to drown in their pain when no one was looking. As a child, I was hopeful and happy. But now, I am only trying my best just like everyone else.”

— Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #136

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“Sometimes when I meet old friends, it reminds me how quickly time passes. And it makes me wonder if we’ve utilized our time properly or not. Proper utilization of time is so important. While we have this body, and especially this amazing human brain, I think every minute is something precious. Our day-to-day existence is very much alive with hope, although there is no guarantee of our future. There is no guarantee that tomorrow at this time we will be here. But we are working on that purely on the basis of hope. So, we need to make the best use of our time. I believe that the proper utilization of time is this: if you can, serve other people, other sentient beings. If not, at least refrain from harming them.”

- Dalai Lama XIV, The Art of Happiness: A Handbook for Living

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Question #1

Will there ever really be a time in life where you’re able to determine who is truly there for you and who is just there fucking up your path?

I was raised being told to speak my mind. Chase my dreams. But the few times I have said what is in this crazy head of mine in the past something has gone wrong, so I decided I should learn to keep to myself. But now i’m just the person everyone “loves” and is “so happy to see” because I sit there for endless hours listening to them talk about themselves and their problems. Honestly, are you really human if you don’t even a little bit enjoy talking about yourself? I mean, even I am resorting to an online blog to free my mind of the mess that’s been created. Not even really sure what I expect to come from this but...

here we go.