College sure has a way of making you feel dead inside
you have survived 100% of your absolute worst days - keep trying; it will get better, it will be okay, and i’m so proud of you
ways to start feeling again
- sit in the sun without anything to do, feel the heat of the rays hit your skin, realize that this sunlight has travelled a very long way to reach you
- walk around barefoot and try to feel as much of the ground under your feet as you can, notice every rock and blade of grass
- sit quietly for a while and notice the touch of breath in your nostrils, feel how the air gets cooler as you inhale and warmer as you exhale
- drive around aimlessly and blast some of your favorite songs, scream/sing along to them and feel the vibrations of your favorite lyrics as they change the air in your throat and around you, feel that the music is healing you from the inside out
- stay away from alcohol or drugs for a few days, try to be as aware and present as you can in every moment, stop trying to numb or dull your senses
- eat a few meals without any distractions, notice every bite and taste every flavor that covers your tongue, be grateful for it all
- look up at the stars and the moon, understand how small we all are and how immense the universe is, realize what a miracle everything is, let your heart swell with amazement and admiration for life itself
ok this is actually cool bc doing all of this is a technique called “mindful thinking” that is extremely useful for people with anxiety disorders and dissociation disorders and stuff!
Honestly? Shoutout to those of you who are completely fucking lost in life. Those who don’t know what they want to do with life. Those who are stuck in a certain part of life and can’t get out. Those who are reaching for dreams they feel are impossible to reach. Those who feel like they’re accomplishments are being overlooked. Those who feel like their enough just isn’t enough. It is. You can make it. You will make it. There is an opening at the end of the tunnel.
“Let your silence tell me of the numberless dreams that are you, Let the drooping of your eyelids veil landscapes that are far away.”
— Fernando Pessoa, from A Sensationist Poem in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown]
“Let your silence tell me of the numberless dreams that are you, Let the drooping of your eyelids veil landscapes that are far away.”
— Fernando Pessoa, from A Sensationist Poem in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown]
“Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh, night and stars return! And hide me from the hostile light, That does not warm, but burn—”
— Emily Bronte, from Stars in “The Complete Poems Of Emily Bronte”
“We disappear as stars do, soundless, without a trace.”
— Charles Wright, from Drone And Ostinato in “Appalachia”
(via adrasteiax)
Why does life have to be about such strict competition? Where’s the beauty in that? We’re all constantly striving to look better, be better, make more money than and out run our competition. But how are we supposed to love our neighbour if this is constantly the case? Moreover, how are we supposed to respect ourselves when we feel as though we are never quite good enough? That we must pass everyone else in order to finally ‘make it?’ Where will this lead us? What kind of world is this creating?
forgive yourself. whether you fail a test, eat too many cookies, say the wrong thing, fail a class, or spend a whole day in bed — learn to forgive yourself. the next day will be better. the next day will be a day closer to your next success. you can do it.
soyeon