#self journey

[annasanthology]

[moonlitmedium]

⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆ a reminder from the universe

pick a pile ⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆

All intuitive psychic reading

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Pile 1 : surrender to the now.

being at one with yourself, at peace with yourself, the things you've done, the actions that brought you here, the things you cannot control, the doubt within yourself, trying to speed up time and race to the next thing that could bring fast happiness / fast results but not a long lasting fufillment. Surrender to the now and embrace the beauty around you to help enrich your soul on a deeper, meaningul level to renergize your being and help you to feel that is needed right now. Allow the peace within and the peace around you flow to help you see more clearly, hear things differently, let the connection of peace help you atain a higher level for you to move forward. You may need more rest, time away from your phone, time away from certain people / going within to find your own answers. Going in nature more. Listen to what is being shown to you. Mother earth is trying to teach you, slowing down is okay. Having a connection to the self is important. How you connect to yourself is important. I feel like you guys may be feel stuck or in a constant state of i need to fight this to push thru / past this obstable in your current place and its not working the way you thought / wanted. Slow down, there is no rush. Nature doesnt rush, yet everything is accomplished. 🌿🧸

Pile 2 : you may resonate with pile3.

You may be working thru yo past / past experiences or having this epiphany how the past has effected you + how you see where the past fits into your current life. You may be Fighting this internal battle between feeling like you need to do something vs feeling like youre not accomplishing anything. ~ Challange yourself more to do things you want to do, some of you may have some big ideas that could be helpful to the future of others and your future. Remember you are limitless, fear is an illusion. 🌀 dont let yourself get too caught up in that illusion 🧸

Pile 3: you may resonate with pile2.

Surrendering to the act of change / creation. you may be wondering where you fit into in your own life, where you fit into others / familys lives, where you want to go. Who you want to be to the outside world. all of those things are pretty big things to think about / change all in one day. In the mix of feeling more inspired and enthused about being more outside of your lane a bit, you may be feeling that it may be more difficult than you thought. Whether youre stuck from a thought pattern that doesnt help, if you feel like you dont want to fit in you'd rather do your own thing in a completly different direction than everyone else, have different thoughts and ideas but feel alone or just don't know how to move on your own, allow yourself some help, thats cool too :) allow yourself to take some time to create, change and feel happy within said changes. Sometimes we need to be creative in the world we shape, learn, re learn, the world within ourselves. Look within to see what you need right now in order to get closer to where you want to go💓✨ 🧸

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[obsidianasylum]

𓆣 𝑪𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔 𓆦

Shedding my dead skin

To unfurl these hidden wings

I've kept locked within

From the underground, I rise

Watch me now as I take flight

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Poem : © Obsidian_Asylum

📸 : © Obsidian_Asylum

[flowers-inverted]

I'm on a personal journey with my writing.

I hate that I'll get 10, 15, sometimes over 20k words in a fic and then just drop it. Like what? What was the point?

I literally sat down for hours coming up with an entire pantheon for a bnha fanfic, wrote 15k words, and then just... stopped. Why?

Do you know how many wips I have? I counted. I have 113 bnha fics alone. That is literally only one fan base. I have 71 wips (I've finished 2 one shots wow) for traffic smp/hermitcraft. I also have 46 original work wips. Don't ask me about my dsmp folder I refuse to touch it.

All of that time. All of that effort for something I will never finish. Why? What for?

I have only one answer; temporary fulfillment.

I envy writers who can complete their stories because I never seem capable of such feats. Is it the adhd? Probably. I bounce from one idea to another. Just last week I was in the middle of what got to 20k and ended up stopping multiple times to start new stories. How many did I start you may ask? Eight. I started eight new stories whilst still actively writing one.

I have my why. I have my root cause. Now how do I go about a solution to this problem? I love having creativity. I don't think I'd do well on medication. I feel like death warmed over just from drinking over half a monster. So how do I solve this?

That's the new question. Solving the problem I think will take multiple steps. For one I think I'm going to have to get brave and start posting my ideas as prompts for others rather than trying to write them all myself. They're only distractions. As for helping myself keep interest in what I'm writing? I'm at a loss.

I guess I'll continue trying to think.

[the1999kid]

The Paradox of Being Enough

"Being enough" was never a measurable achievement in the first place. It was a judgment. And judgments can always move.

From a young age, I carried with me the feeling that I was not enough. So I poured myself into everything I could find: studies, hobbies, friendships, work. The list goes on.

No one ever tells you when it is enough.

My parents told me to keep studying because my grades weren't enough. Teachers told me to practise more because what I painted wasn't good enough. Aunties told me I wasn't pretty enough, so I bought more makeup. Television told me I wasn't thin enough, so I starved.

Now I am twenty-seven, and I still carry that same feeling: I am not enough.

I have friends, but not enough. I feel pretty, but not pretty enough. I read a lot, but not enough. I work out regularly, but my body isn't good enough. I haven't travelled enough, dated enough, loved enough, earned enough.

In short, I haven't lived enough.

But then, when is it enough? When do I stop? When can I rest? Sometimes I wonder if I haven't lived enough because I spent so much of my life trying to become enough.

It feels like a race where every finish line turns out to be another starting point. You finally arrive, only for someone to tell you that there is still more to do, more to achieve, more to become.

I have had enough.

I am okay with being mediocre, if that is what people call it when you stop trying to constantly improve yourself. At least mediocrity has an end point. At least it allows you to rest.

At this point in my life, I have realised that nothing is ever enough. If you think you have done enough, someone will tell you that you haven't. There will always be another goal, another milestone, another version of yourself you are supposed to chase.

So I have stopped trying to be enough.

I have accepted that enough is not a destination I can reach. It is a decision I have to make. And I have decided that I am enough already.

Everyone else can respectfully fuck off.

[the-inner-voice]

We cannot truly love someone until we understand them to the core.

For me, love is all about understanding the other person — their thinking patterns, their likes and dislikes, their way of handling things, and their ability to come up with a solution in case of a challenging situation, etc.

Love, for me, was never about physical intimacy.

I think emotional intimacy, or the mental stimulation we get from the other person, brings us closer than what physical intimacy ever can.

[etawardana]

The flower doesn’t go from bud to blossom in one spritely burst and yet, as a culture, we’re disinterested in the tedium of the blossoming. But that’s where all the real magic unfolds in the making of one’s character and destiny.

— Maria Popova