How often does it happen with you, that you wake up in the morning and feel guilty at something in your life, despite all the things you are doing?
For me it’s really often. I would wake up in the morning and just feel like questioning me “What the hell are you doing with your life?”
I mean yeah sure, I work, I study, I go about the day as usual, but what exactly am I doing?
May be the answer is in the question itself, but there for me is no sense.
So there are days, when I rack my brain with nothingness and with overburdening questions. And there are days where I just feel content. Sure, nothing changes overnight, but my feeling does.
Today I got up in the morning with an unnerving feeling of contentment. I call it ‘unnerving’ because I know, just when I start relaxing…
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