Sometimes I feel like social media is evil. I just went on Instagram and everyone on my feed seems to be having an awesome time out, spending their Saturday fruitfully and enjoying their time outside of the house....... While I'm stuck at home not being able to breathe through my nostrils (only through my mouth), with an impending deadline for an essay which I have not started.
But of course, I've to remember about relativity........ I should be grateful I'm even breathing (though through my mouth). Plus I finally got to spend my Saturday with my extended family at my grandma's, having granny's homecooked food.
Really though, when the fuck did I turn into one of those people who're always feeling sorry for themselves? I think when things go bad -- and trust me, they've really gone fucking bad these few months -- one always has the choice to crumble, give up and die or just really suck it up and hold on and FIGHT.
I AM FUCKING FIGHTING, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES.
And you better fight on along with me.
And if things don't work out there's always SBTRKT to make me feel better.
Now, off to write about Forrest Gump and his box of chocolates!
Labels: faith, FIGHTING, have a little, holding on, intrinsic motivation, thankful
