Today as I was returning home on my long train journey, I stared at the row of fatigued commuters opposite me, wondering how many of them were feeling the same despair I was, tired of each and every day of daily routined activities, whether they were happy in those 8 hours every day; I wondered if they wanted to die as much as I did.
It took one person to say that I'm negative to realise that I really have been quite negative, cynical and unhappy lately.
I need to stop whining like a little immature snotty kid and just TRY. MY. FUCKING. HARDEST.
I'll never know until I do, and if there's one thing I hate the most, it's regret. I'll never want to feel disappointed in myself for not trying and not fully believing in myself.
“I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.”
— Roald Dahl
Goodnight.
