Moving Forward?
Why do I want to move forward, is what I’m asking my myself at the moment.
Is it to survive? This can’t be really up to me as far as I can see, plenty of chances for me to die from slipping on dog shit or something similar. Also nope, because I’d die at some point no matter what I do.
Do I want money? Nooope, I’m happy with a Perodua Myvi and an apartment.
Do I want happiness? Yesss, but happiness is only there as an opposite off sadness. If you’re never sad, how will you ever know when you’re happy?
I want to be satisfied? I think this is the closest answer I can get to mah mojo truth. I feel that at the moment of me dying like a little bitch(probably because I was 80 and I got too excited flirting with a really hot nurse), I would like to feel satisfied with the way I lived my life. That’s why I’d like to create something out of it. Don’t know what that ‘something’ is, but fuck the details for now. Unable to really think that far atm really…
Then the question is, how do I know that the ‘something’ will actually make me satisfied when I get it? For example, I can go to the restaurant and order a Chicken Fried Rice, but when the food actually comes, I feel its too salty/oily or just not spicy enough.
In my experience, expectations are rarely ever what reality is.
Well, my best conclusion at the moment is to keep in my head to continually head for progress.
The best advice I can give myself right now is “just keep writing little bitch, cos you’ll probably be just fine, worst that can happen is about a 100 people laugh their asses of at you, and it’s not gonna be the first time that happened”
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Thanks to Encik Ugenteraan A/L Manogaran, THE PRIME MOFO, Supreme Leader of all Assholes in the World. for asking me to go DEEP, you get what you asked for, enjoy assholes. XD
