When I moved into a new house, it felt weird. I had no routine. I didn't know what to do: to go first to the bathroom or change into clothes or just keep on laying there?
And damn I loved that feeling. I promised myself that I wanted to keep that. I decided to do something different every morning.
Now three years later, getting up is the same every day. I have a routine and I hate it. I wish some things just stay, however little they are.
After two years of living here, I got a new bed. A bloody big and comfortable one.
The first time I lay in it I knew it was the closest to heaven I'd ever get, I know it sound hilarious.
So I promised myself that every time I'd lay in that bed, I'd enjoy how comfortable it is and be thankful.
Now about one year later I've realized I broke that promise a long time ago. This bloody comfortable bed just became normale and I got used to it.
I guess that's just what happens to some things. We think about everything as natural. But it isn't. It definitely isn't.
I wish the biggest privilege would be this bed, but I know better. I'm able to do so much things others don't. I have so many rights others don't. I have so much possibilities others don't.
But the worst is I never think about it. I'm still unhappy with my life, wish I had more, had less, had what others have. And that is a pit I have to carry with me. I should be bloody thankful for everything.
So the more I'm glad that there are these days like today. When I just see clear, forget about my little problems and see how lucky I are. When I really think about others not just scrolling through news about issues in other countries. When I'm actually aware of what's happening.
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My Philosophical Diary
PoetryI guess it's pretty much what the title says. Just be aware that it really just is my diary and is probably gonna bore the shit out of you. Oh and my English is kinda interesting but you'll maybe see.