Artwork by Bobby Haiqalsyah
The mind is a weird, fucked up, twisted, little piece of shit.
Just earlier this afternoon, I was listening to my best friend tell me about her relationship problems, her dilemmas. Giving advice. Felt like someone who knew what to do, someone who got his whole life planned out, garnished and served on a silver platter.
A few minutes ago, i just ended a conversation. Well, I don't really want to say what the conversation was, but somehow, my brain just went blank, I didn't even know what I wanted. I was torn between two choices, weighing each choices carefully, until i could no longer even comprehend what I really wanted.
Why is that people always find it easy to speak and give all that they can, but when its due time, when the scenario goes back to them, they just find it helpless, all the advice no longer make any sense to them? Why does the mind allow us to generate advice to other people, but not to ourselves? We can give so much to other people, but when it come to us, there's only so little that we can do.
Pointless post here. Just wanted to let out my heart out a little.
Thou shalt bade you a peaceful night's sleep.
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
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