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Diary entry 05/12/2017 04:51 GMT:
Welcome to the Sahara (well, my version of the Sahara). Welcome to my inner mind, the world where I literally have no idea of what’s going on every passing second. Like I was saying the past two days, life hasn’t been all fun lately, it’s a bit more confusing and things are not in place, I am not in the place I thought I’d be. So, taking a look back, what went wrong you may ask? Because I ask this to myself every single day. I had or still have let’s say four jobs- the first: I am a very lovely daughter, second: I am a nightmare of a sister ( but in a good affectionate way), third: I am quite an obedient student and fourth and probably the most important one: I am what I want me to be, I am myself. Of all my jobs, the one that I am failing miserably is the last one, perhaps the most important one. This job requires me to be Me, Simply Me! And be unapologetic about it. But, like that well-furnished piece of carved wood, I have acquired quite a patina to myself with the passing time, and to the point that I am not quite sure if this patina is making my inner, true self, shine more or less.
Now, Tumblr is filled with inspiring quotes, “Life is too short to worry/ to wake up with regrets/ to wait/ to wear boring clothes, etc., etc., etc…..” Hell no!!! Life is the longest thing possible. You are measuring life in teaspoons when life is actually more like that largest wooden spoon Guinness book record holder Romanian spoon (I know this sounds crazy, but yeah, The largest wooden spoon measured 17.79 m (58 ft 4.39 in) in length and 1.50 m (4 ft 11 in) at its widest point and was made by Centrul Cultural Mioveni (Romania) in Mioveni, Romania, on 7 June 2013. The spoon is an outsized replica of a traditional Romanian spoon (Source- The Guinness World Records ) And NO! I don’t have a picture).
So, if my today’s deserted adventure taught me one thing then that would be, CHANGE YOUR MEASURING INSTRUMENTS/ DEVICES, It not always about what you did wrong, or how you did it wrong. It’s more like, Could you use the crumbled cake to make a cookie kind of situation? IMPROVISE!
To be continued…