candleburn

Photo by  Samuel Zeller  on  Unsplash It was easy for you to say Yet, you kept showing me that there were myriad possibilities only if I were brave enough to seize you said that I should just do it there was no need to contemplate, if you believed it and really meant it you would actually make it real but I had never believed you I could have never trusted your advice it was an idea my mind would not be able to process Could I really achieve it? Would I be able to ever trust your words? I wished to make it real

Photo by  Isai Ramos  on  Unsplash I have tried to steer clear from the evil spirits, yet, they had kept hunting me down, and I could not have anticipated the aftermath I have been running for miles never stopping to look back as I was scared they were still behind I had reiterated your past words the words that kept me going whenever I needed a reminder of better days I’d close my eyes and recall your enormous smile when you told me that those just voices in my head I kept moving never pausing to look back as I could never anticipate the aftermath once they’d conquer my soul

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on  Unsplash The first step to admitting our failure is to share and speak of it. That is the only way to come to terms with our failure. People in my circle always worried about underperforming at work, afraid of their co-workers’ criticism. Sometimes we worry about our so-called failure because our mind is programmed to think that specific situation is the opposite of success. We need to change our mindset. Our paths are different, even though in some sense we do go through similar hardships. Our journey to change our mindset is going to be different. I have been watching a video on coursera about “Intensity and the Ordinary” as part of the “ The Modern and the Postmodern (Part 2) ” course. The instructor, Mr. Michael S. Roth , referred to Freud’s concept of pursuing consolation. Freud wanted people to understand that they won’t find consolation through ideals. Freud doesn’t think we should have ideals that we strive to liv

Photo by  Kinga Cichewicz  on  Unsplash Freud said that disregarding our desires and instincts can make us saturated with our own agony and guilt. The more we suppress what we want, the more we become aggressive. The bomb is ticking — we’ll soon explode, and let our agony flow freely, like when a balloon full of air blast and all its air freely abandons the premises of its past captivator. One of my main concerns is being labeled and defined by the society we live in, or perhaps I live in. I’ve written about my  fear of being labeled , but I hate being labeled as much as I fear it. My story begins when I was merely 6 years old. That’s when my parents decided to immigrate to another country so that I could have a better future. At that time, my parents were younger than I’m today. This fact made me contemplate — would have I acted the same? would have I been able to make such a choice? I’d never forgotten my first day in our new country, everything was brand-new to me.

Photo by  Barth Bailey  on  Unsplash I pushed the entrance door but I couldn't open it I pushed harder but is stayed intact no matter what I had attempted it had never left a single impact I pushed myself forward dodging whatever came along I thought I knew better as long as I moved onward I had dismissed everyone that might be a part of my path, carelessly, I kept dodging whatever came along I wish I could have some remorse for the path,  I thought I had taken but  I was just never going in any direction I was constantly avoiding migration towards what I felt would make me go onwards what  an inner digression