They say pick a goal and find your path, and march your way to your destiny. But there was so many fates to choose from, while everyone was headed in a straight line, my path was being weaved all over the map as I chased shinny object after shiny object.
I just want to find my focus, distractions are everywhere, if I try to hide from my distractions, than I become a distraction. Morphing into this pestering imagination pulling me from my responsibilities, while i feel helpless to the chaos that is my state of mind. I must find a new trick to manipulate and distract myself from all these distractions, for sure it must be the only way to overcome them.
Someone said this to me and I needed time to ponder it, so I'm just gonna leave this here, to save it for later.
"You probably just keep the shit that really bothers you to yourself and blurt everything else out without realizing because you hold in everything that really matters, which is why you feel that way. "
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To be continued....