Being busy has been a coping mechanism for me.
If I’m busy, my mind is not racing nor tormenting me of things, and come the night, I’m too exhausted, and would fall asleep.
I’d want to say that everything is fine – but it ain’t.
There does not seem to an end to these challenges and problems.
I heard somewhere that these things – these challenges, build character, but what kind of character does it build? So far, I am becoming a cold and hard character.
Enduring and surviving is different from thriving.
It’s hard to feel festive when there are problems, eh? Though one can say that it is through these festivities that one can forget their troubles for a while.
I hope you have a nice day.
Thanks for reading this!