For once there's actually something I want to talk about and remember. Well, it would have been hard to forget given that the idea just came to me.
I was listening to "Who We Want To Be" by Tom Day. I forgot the feelings that song gave me. I happened to listen to it while going to bed, and I remembered.
I remembered the day when I decided to ask the restaurant down the road for a part time job, or more precisely, I remembered the events that happened before it. Looking back on it, it was more important than what actually happened after. The stress, the fear, all kept in check by... You.
You did well.
To tell you the truth, I lied. I actually only saw some images of that day, myself listening to Exurb1a's videos and then music. What I thought about the most was growth. Or rather, my image of it.
I remembered that at some point, maybe at the beginning of this year, I wanted this phone's wallpaper to be a silhouette whose shoulder was leaning against a tree, and whose back was all I could see. Oh, an unintentional rhyme. He was on a hill, looking at nothing in particular, probably thinking. He is the one I wanted to be, a blurry image of the person I strived to become in the future. I don't know much about him, or anything at all even. All I know is that I like him, and he's who I want to be. In fact, to be honest he is a version of me, a future version that I have yet to become, a version I know nothing about.
In the end, I couldn't find a wallpaper with such an image, so I kept whatever I already had I think.
In any case, that's all for today. Oh and before you can make sneaky remarks about how the day had just begun: no. It's 6am only in Japan. I live in Rome. It's 11:40pm. Now then, good night
I was listening to "Who We Want To Be" by Tom Day. I forgot the feelings that song gave me. I happened to listen to it while going to bed, and I remembered.
I remembered the day when I decided to ask the restaurant down the road for a part time job, or more precisely, I remembered the events that happened before it. Looking back on it, it was more important than what actually happened after. The stress, the fear, all kept in check by... You.
You did well.
To tell you the truth, I lied. I actually only saw some images of that day, myself listening to Exurb1a's videos and then music. What I thought about the most was growth. Or rather, my image of it.
I remembered that at some point, maybe at the beginning of this year, I wanted this phone's wallpaper to be a silhouette whose shoulder was leaning against a tree, and whose back was all I could see. Oh, an unintentional rhyme. He was on a hill, looking at nothing in particular, probably thinking. He is the one I wanted to be, a blurry image of the person I strived to become in the future. I don't know much about him, or anything at all even. All I know is that I like him, and he's who I want to be. In fact, to be honest he is a version of me, a future version that I have yet to become, a version I know nothing about.
In the end, I couldn't find a wallpaper with such an image, so I kept whatever I already had I think.
In any case, that's all for today. Oh and before you can make sneaky remarks about how the day had just begun: no. It's 6am only in Japan. I live in Rome. It's 11:40pm. Now then, good night