My brain is tired.
Probably not the best time to write.
Well.
Let’s see what happens.
So quiet.
Everything is so quiet.
I should work out when I get back to my room.
Yeah, good idea.
My stomach hurts, weird.
Hungry?
Oh, I should play some piano later.
That was amazing.
Because it’s not about being great.
It’s about being.
Just doing and achieving for me.
Nothing else.
6_6
That looks cool.
Okay.
Done with that.
I feel awake.
A tired, normal form of awake.
Like nothing is happening.
But something is.
I’m just being.
And the being is nice.
But not crazy nice.
It just kinda is.
I like the is.
We all do when we understand how.
And I will move on soon.
That’s the most important part.
Just moving on and allowing the next scene of life to begin.
That’s the key.
To not hold on.
Just let it in and then out.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Easy as that.
People want to damn me.
And I want to damn people.
So, the best I can do is to stop damning others.
And not let them damn me.
To not let them get through me.
And stop trying to get through others.
To just let go of power.
To allow it to be what it is at that moment.
And if I am overpowered in a scene.
Because it surely will happen.
I remember that the next does not relate to the previous.
If I gained power then, then I do not need to keep it and do it again later.
Independence.
Everything is independent of the other.
We just live with our little narratives and artificially connect it all.
Our little stories that we call life.
Connection.
Isn’t everything connected?
You hear that a lot.
Some hippy shit right?
Have you ever understood it?
Do you really know what the statement is trying to convey?
I found it to be true.
And before then I never understood the question.
I hope you do
So…
What was I doing?
