The pressure of living in the moment, or to replicate feelings of past “rightness” is so haunting that I forget where I’m coming from and where I’m going. I struggle to accept normality or mediocrity of some happenings. The fact that they’re not exciting in the slightest makes me feel like either I’m not putting enough effort, or I’m not present enough to appreciate things. Instead, sometimes things are just “meh” and that should be okay too. Because although it’s not wrong to think that every moment is precious, it’s unrealistic to think that it should be special.
precious, but not special
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