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Time is a precious commodity. We each have only as much as we were given. It isn’t a fair distribution. It isn’t based on how good we have been in this or the past lives.
Time is relentless. We won't get more of it, but we can definitely run out of it. We are slowly exhausting it every day, every hour, even now, at this moment. And so, everything depends just on how we decide to spend it. According to reliable advice from Quora, the only way to overcome the fear of time is “to live a meaningful life and always do things that can put a smile on your face and give you that sudden rush of endorphins.” In other words, things that make us happy.
The fear of time moving forward is called ‘Chronophobia’. And like chronophobia, happiness is also subjective.
There is no universal rule to not feel like we waste time. Nor is there any guaranteed way to make a person happy. Maybe except for the pictures of unlikely animal friends but there’s only so many of them. It's time I get rid of my chronophobia. To stop confusing the concepts of living and existing, and to switch from the state of surviving to the state of living.
That's why I'm sitting at the kitchen table today, trying to find the best words for why I'm the one. The truth is, I don't know it myself. However, I do know that each unused chance would be a waste of time, that any postponement of happy moments would be contrary to my being.
Along with the unlikely animal friends pictures, there are a few other things that make me happy. My friends, joint dinners and watching movies, reading books that are written in a witty way and contain a large number of vulgarisms, fashion and life revolving around it. I already know that work in any other industry will not fulfil me. It will be like an unhappy relationship that ends sooner or later, for my inability to forget my first love. She amazed me with her beauty, diversity, fearlessness and inscrutability a long time ago, and I still have my head and heart full of her. My thoughts revolve around her and I can't imagine it any other way.
The two strongest emotions are fear and love. The fear of spending my time on a job I won't love. The idea that I could be a part of something special and fulfilling makes my heart flutter and puts off any thought of sleep. And after every short period of fearing that maybe I am not good enough, comes the fear of wasting possibilities.
That gets me going every time. The motivation to get absorbed in the world of fashion, to get caught up in the vortex of events, to be a part of the whole colossus, constantly learn and experience new things, to feel like I've discovered gravity every single time. To share my opinions with others and build them by being surrounded by the right people, to reflect on what is happening, to listen to the more experienced, but remaining curious. To fall over and learn from my own mistakes. To go on and tirelessly work on myself.
This is my motivation, this is what I want. No more wasting time.
Time is a precious commodity. We each have only as much as we were given. It isn’t a fair distribution. It isn’t based on how good we have been in this or the past lives.
Time is relentless. We won't get more of it, but we can definitely run out of it. We are slowly exhausting it every day, every hour, even now, at this moment. And so, everything depends just on how we decide to spend it. According to reliable advice from Quora, the only way to overcome the fear of time is “to live a meaningful life and always do things that can put a smile on your face and give you that sudden rush of endorphins.” In other words, things that make us happy.
The fear of time moving forward is called ‘Chronophobia’. And like chronophobia, happiness is also subjective.
There is no universal rule to not feel like we waste time. Nor is there any guaranteed way to make a person happy. Maybe except for the pictures of unlikely animal friends but there’s only so many of them. It's time I get rid of my chronophobia. To stop confusing the concepts of living and existing, and to switch from the state of surviving to the state of living.
That's why I'm sitting at the kitchen table today, trying to find the best words for why I'm the one. The truth is, I don't know it myself. However, I do know that each unused chance would be a waste of time, that any postponement of happy moments would be contrary to my being.
Along with the unlikely animal friends pictures, there are a few other things that make me happy. My friends, joint dinners and watching movies, reading books that are written in a witty way and contain a large number of vulgarisms, fashion and life revolving around it. I already know that work in any other industry will not fulfil me. It will be like an unhappy relationship that ends sooner or later, for my inability to forget my first love. She amazed me with her beauty, diversity, fearlessness and inscrutability a long time ago, and I still have my head and heart full of her. My thoughts revolve around her and I can't imagine it any other way.
The two strongest emotions are fear and love. The fear of spending my time on a job I won't love. The idea that I could be a part of something special and fulfilling makes my heart flutter and puts off any thought of sleep. And after every short period of fearing that maybe I am not good enough, comes the fear of wasting possibilities.
That gets me going every time. The motivation to get absorbed in the world of fashion, to get caught up in the vortex of events, to be a part of the whole colossus, constantly learn and experience new things, to feel like I've discovered gravity every single time. To share my opinions with others and build them by being surrounded by the right people, to reflect on what is happening, to listen to the more experienced, but remaining curious. To fall over and learn from my own mistakes. To go on and tirelessly work on myself.
This is my motivation, this is what I want. No more wasting time.