I can hear my body is screaming and wanting to plop down into the comfy bed next to me but yes, I am being super resistance to it right now; not before I publish at least one entry. It took me two days to finish watching Defendant on Netflix and I just start reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving A Fuck since last Tuesday. Currently stuck on page 24 yet it already gives me so many points to think about. I dare to say it’s a good read for those whose life is currently an epic mess and trust me the book might help you with its magical spell. Well, allow me to share one of the quotes taken from the book which is absolutely my favourite for now.
“Pain is an inextricable thread in the fabric of life, and to tear it out is not only impossible but destructive: attempting to tear it out unravels everything else with it. To try to avoid pain is to give too many fucks about pain. In contrast, if you’re able to not give a fuck about the pain, you become unstoppable.”
I just love how the author spruce up the words to be something magical that could knock some sense around me while reading it. It’s true that the more we try to tatter out the pain, the more it unravels the hidden unexisting-at-the-first-place turmoil in our life.
To tell the truth, I’m not really enjoying my days. I feel lifeless and my life is seriously boring as f-ck. I keep telling myself I need to do something. And I’m not sure it’s the heart or the mind, but I guess something inside me is telling me to get some self-help books to read. A solid motivation and inspiration are needed to stop me from constantly chewing the wicked thoughts that ripped out my sanity.
People who enjoy their alone time and love being in their own bubble is dangerous. What else do you expect your mind will tell you instead of pulling and whack you down? It will occupy you with a thousand thoughts and turn it into a battleground that you can’t win if you didn’t fight back. Life is full of shits. We can choose what to care and what to ignore. But we were all born to give a damn on every single problem, including the mess that doesn’t exist in the first place. And we get mad for everything. What is funnier than making a fool of ourself?
I can’t wait to dig more and see what else the author sprinkles in the book.