keep thinking this thought over and over: rich Waymond and actress Evelyn were at the height of their potential but they had no joy in their life. double entendre intended. they had no Joy.
maybe mediocrity isn’t wrong. maybe you don’t need to be the best at everything you do. maybe you don’t need to be the best at anything you do. it’s ok to simply do things because you enjoy doing them. its ok to not want to advance in your job. nothing has to be a competition. you don’t need to be better than anyone. you can do things just because they’re fun. you don’t need to read up on the history, and know everything about it. its ok to just exist. its ok.
Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it’s the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.
i’ve become this soft and gentle woman. i embrace my emotions, i cry whenever i need to, i forgive myself for certain experiences and move on with love. i just love the space of being soft and gentle. this version of me is beautiful.
i literally wasn’t made to work sorry to the freaks who enjoy this grindset shit but you literally have psychological problems. i just want to sit and think and maybe talk and eat and drink
