I think that it’s good to be tired and to not have to think about it all. Tired muscles and drooping eyelids and inferiority complexes and constantly questioning whether I’m legitimately dumb fills in the empty spaces.
But also there are no empty spaces and I know that now. I’m just fine and there is everything and there is nothing and it’s really fulfilling and meaningful to not always be looking for the next thing, I can just live like this. It’s not a crappy life compared to anything else if I am okay and I am happy and I am healthy.
And what happens to a life when it is lived for yourself? What happens to a life when you stop caring about what other people think of you? I think good things. I think this is what I’m going to try to do. And of course living for now, living for this day, that’s so important.