Deconstructed
It's almost August. Life is different. I don't even feel like myself anymore, but in a good way. Maybe, I am in the process of becoming someone different, not someone else. Or maybe, I'm exhausted from the mental load that I have signed up for. I love studying Russian literature and Existential philosophy. Everything and everyone, now, seems to me so daunting and mystical. I am learning about stoicism. Courage. Temperance. Wisdom. Justice. These four things. But they have a start. Acceptance. An acceptance of your own fate. Love your fate. Then, you'll love your life. Amor fati. I love my solitude. I love doing the things that I used to do with someone else, but this time all by myself. I love this courage that I have found within myself to do things I never thought I was capable of. I am thinking thoughts I never thought I would be brave enough to think. I used to think companionship is a necessit...