احيانا لا يحتاج المرء لشيء الا ..
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احيانا لا يحتاج المرء لشيء الا ..
my therapist told me the other day that “you may not be passionate, but not doing that thing is hurting you a lot”
and she’s right. she’s so so right. but i am not motivated by that whatsoever. what’s keeping me from doing this thing is the lack of societal support. as an autist, as someone physically disabled, as a antisocial being, as an anarchist, as a radical thinker overall. i am not doing this thing because is it so goddamn fucking difficult that it feels like the universe made it that way for a reason. something akin to passion does not come close to winning that battle. it really might hurt more to try. even passion doesn’t make those things easier, and i don’t even have that to help me.
There was something dark about him, a kind of remorseless momentum.
W.C. Ryan, A House of Ghosts: A Gripping Murder Mystery Set in a Haunted House (Arcade Crimewise, October 1, 2019) (via she lives in dreams...alone)
“A lofty and sound soul does not despair over misfortunes, of whatever sort they may be. Our life is as it were a house of temptations and trials; but we will not renounce the Lord for as long as He allows the tempter to remain with us and for as long as we must wait to be revived through patience and secure passionless!”
~St. Seraphim of Sarov
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I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
I don't know what's my passion and my dream, what the fuck is wrong with me
The thing I want to do most is watch the eagle @ one am on prom night with my tired friends and bread, fall through the deep darkness that is the donnie darko cast, and never tell my friends what my fanfiction.net account is.