Who Would You Be Without Your Story?
Who am I without the story I tell myself? Who am I without the need to suffer? Do I even know what it means? Do I know how it feels to live life without regrets, missing someone, worrying about something? Do I really know how it feels to feel free and relaxed?
I don’t know how to live without my story. I don’t know how am I suppose to feel if I don’t regret past mistakes, ex lovers, lost opportunities or wrong choices. I don’t know what to think about if I don’t have to worry.
I don’t know how it feels not to suffer.
I’m so used to it. If it’s not about ex, then about the job, if not the job – then boss. If not boss – then income. If not income – then health. If not health – then friendship…
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