just whatnots and whatever

while on my way to work, I looked at the sky. What a magnificent view I said to myself. I can't help but stare at it and admire while thinking what a privilege would it be to stare at it until the sun fully rises, to get soaked in the light while taking your time to sit back and stare at the view.

I romanticized the hustle culture so much that I only now realize that true luxuries can't be paid by money.

Looking back, it's been two years since I last felt this way, but this one's wayyyyy different, in a way that it fucked me up in every aspect of my well-being and I hate it. Since January started, I've been crying non-stop. I felt like I was on survival mode, literally. Going out and coming home crying. Even on my supposed to be "rest" days that I don't feel well rested. This is not normal, well at least for me. This is not how I was few months ago and before this year started. January made sure that I get to feel every day of its month. I hate how I'm feeling that I just want everything to freeze.