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Bluelighter
Sometimes it's fucking hard to get things done when you’re not feeling motivated. For a while, I used "substances" as life enhancers, and today reminded me of those old days, a boost, maybe, but overall, they're shit.
Most mornings, I wake up tired yet going to bed late. My sleep pattern is a freestyle, so I forget the value of starting small. Even tiny steps count. Like today, three push-ups, some coffee and a cigarette, and three hours spent on my phone without moving from bed. But honestly, compared to nothing, those push-ups feel like progress.
I keep telling myself to take it slow. Don’t overthink it. It’s OK to chill out and give yourself the space to relax. It’s often in those slower moments that you notice the little rewards life gives you, the good stuff that seems to show up when you really care about what you’re doing.
And then there’s that inner voice. It’s quiet, but it’s got power. It’s super easy to ignore it, to look away, to hope the pressure just fades. But if you actually listen, you get a glimpse of real peace, a sense you can’t really put into words. If you stop denying its existence a window opens to his powerful insights and ideas about your purpose.
It’s like someone reaching out a hand and all you have to fucking do is to grab it...
But then, bam, fear shows up. Suddenly, you’re anxious and stuck, can’t make a decision. That fear just kind of wraps around you, and it doesn’t have to fight; you’re already feeling weak and exposed. When that happens, it’s like your mind gets overloaded. The body keeps going and can fight back fast, but if your spirit is stuck, nothing moves.
So all you can do is try to listen in, take it easy, and let yourself move at your own pace. Progress isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes the best thing is just to answer that quiet voice and keep going, one step at a time.
-lil off the gas bro type a thing
Most mornings, I wake up tired yet going to bed late. My sleep pattern is a freestyle, so I forget the value of starting small. Even tiny steps count. Like today, three push-ups, some coffee and a cigarette, and three hours spent on my phone without moving from bed. But honestly, compared to nothing, those push-ups feel like progress.
I keep telling myself to take it slow. Don’t overthink it. It’s OK to chill out and give yourself the space to relax. It’s often in those slower moments that you notice the little rewards life gives you, the good stuff that seems to show up when you really care about what you’re doing.
And then there’s that inner voice. It’s quiet, but it’s got power. It’s super easy to ignore it, to look away, to hope the pressure just fades. But if you actually listen, you get a glimpse of real peace, a sense you can’t really put into words. If you stop denying its existence a window opens to his powerful insights and ideas about your purpose.
It’s like someone reaching out a hand and all you have to fucking do is to grab it...
But then, bam, fear shows up. Suddenly, you’re anxious and stuck, can’t make a decision. That fear just kind of wraps around you, and it doesn’t have to fight; you’re already feeling weak and exposed. When that happens, it’s like your mind gets overloaded. The body keeps going and can fight back fast, but if your spirit is stuck, nothing moves.
So all you can do is try to listen in, take it easy, and let yourself move at your own pace. Progress isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes the best thing is just to answer that quiet voice and keep going, one step at a time.
-lil off the gas bro type a thing
