Was in shower last week, thinking of my life and how oddly I dissatisfied I feel regardless of the efforts I do to make it even a tiny bit interesting and varied. As we call it “romanticization” these days.
I ultimately substituted playing games on my phone with reading, made curated playlists, started to take different routes home…yet, everything feels like boiling ramen noodles in the soup base that only hits tastebuds with noodles having none of the spice.
As water was dripping off me, I thought if this feeling ever supposed to go away…What is the cost of being ultimately satisfied with life? And are we supposed to feel completely content with no urge to change anything? It spiraled in my head, after all I have been the most employed in my entire life for the past years. Ultimately, it is what made me abandon the majority of my hobbies.
Yet somehow, I feel like in order to romanticize life, we gotta be a bit discontent, a bit uncomfortable to seek other ways.
It’s not the best solution, however, I feel like it better be. There’s no reason not to make life happen when you can.
