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۱۴۰۴ آذر ۱۴, جمعه

Addiction to Failure

 I am happy that now at least I don't feel lost. I don't feel if I don't belong here or there or anywhere, I must see why? why? there's no need to add drama and additional thought processes into your head and to your life, since you are precious and your time as well. this figurative snap backs to realities can move you from staticities. don't think you can't do anything, just do it and it will become something. yes I am talking about the process of starting with a notion and ending up with some actual results. we need small steps, that's how we begin, and we keep going and not stopping, because that's when success hits and you gotta be ready, i'm telling you, it's not wise to let go of opportunities like a failure addict. you need to want the ambition to grow and change and be on the move. that's the way of life. to be on the move. no matter where you are, what you do, just being on the surfboard of making something, creating something, saying something, drawing, cooking, whatever to feel the passing of the time. cause when we sleep we lose track of time and we don't know how much of reality we have missed. if we don't sleep on a schedule and mix day and nights during season change. now autumn is here and I absorb any beam of light that comes through the dark cloud smoke above the city. and let the finches get some too.

we are on the verge of a war if not actively in it, which highly doubt that it's not true.

and internet in already down, everyone's panicking and saying what can we do if the internet shut down again like years ago in March 2017. colleagues are thinking about migrating together to a neighboring country until the war ends and internet comes back up again. seriously considering this absurd thought which I thought is only my problem and my life is in ruins and shambles because of the absolute shitty situation of water, electricity, internet, and all the expenses that became quadrupled. and the severity of living near family members. oh god, my brain got deformed because of my headaches or whatever that happened to me during my time living with this family. that my mind blocked the memory from remembering it again. but it's deformed, some parts are steep and some parts are hill like.
all my life i lived a miserable life but i did what I could do atm, to make things better, and I did make it better but I couldn't hold on to it. I let it slip and this is the case of Addiction to failure that I have to conquer.

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