I feel like this blog is turning into a blah-blog. I'm not exactly motivated to update it anymore. I think I should turn it into a plog (red: photo blog) and then I can be more self-absorbed and have a blog full of pictures of myself.
I'm writing like a fricking martyr these days too. Like, I'd say something to look like I'm humble but in the end I just look like a bigger idiot than the next emo kid you see at the bus stop.
I'm currently inspired by the Asian girl who can speak the language of any European country. The petite girl with shiny, black hair that falls freely down to her shoulders, porcelain-white skin and almond-shaped eyes.
She won't have to be necessarily 'fashionable'; in fact, she probably lives in her jeans, sweaters and sneakers. She is that traditional girl in her twenties who embraces her roots by always making time for her family and loves her dumplings.
But then she would take everyone by surprise when she starts speaking French or German fluently. She is well-travelled - having gone to the country of that second language she speaks more than once - and keeps the company of people from many different backgrounds.
Hey dudes. It's been a while since my last real update.
I've come to that moment - at least at this point in life - where I'm itching to break out and just be free. I'm starting to question what is it that makes me truly happy, not just to make other people happy.
As I go to work 5 days a week, 9 to 5 every day, I start to question whether this job is really something I want or if it's just something that will pay the bills and impress my family and friends. It's true that it's work - you don't have to be particularly passionate about it and you don't always look forward going to it every morning - but the question starts to rise as to whether this is something I want in life.
And then I start thinking about the 'what ifs'. What if I get a job in something I am actually passionate about and then the mundane reality of going to it 5 days a week will take the magic away? What if that happens and that way I won't have that escape to what I love anymore? I get scared like that.
Sometimes I feel like it's right to keep dreams as just that. Because at least it's always going to be that happy little place you visit in your head to take the edge off reality when you need it most.