It’s time to start over!

Why I should relaunch my blog?

This sleep-deprived version of me is the accused in this case. So I’ve been considering this for a long. However, what occurred was The desire to write anything other than what I do for a living was lacking. I needed the inspiration to post anything here, which may be silly trash, but it’s a nice spot for me at times. What I normally do is visualize myself as a cool man who acts weirdly.

Everyone is entitled to happiness. It’s not silence. Or, alternatively, no one can be happy all of the time. It’s so natural and organic that humans thrive on emotions and occasionally write nonsense like this. In any case, human emotions are complex, and commenting on them is entirely personal.

So, what made me get up so early and write this pointless prophecy?

I did my best to blend in and deal with my mental traumas. When I believe in something and it turns out to be a disaster, I blame myself. for being careless, inefficient in the room, or other random humanistic reasons?

Writing out my emotions in any medium, in my opinion, help you get things off your chest. And I write anything I can for that goal. I’m still baffled as to how I managed to write something every day for a full month in January. Was it part of some sort of discipline? Absolutely not! It was a sort of quest in which I challenged myself to be the best version of myself. And now I believe that was the most fruitful exercise I have ever done for myself. But did it prove to be worthwhile? Or whether it improved my life in any way. Of course, you did. I reminded myself that I’m capable of doing anything. Those, to be accurate, were melting away, slipping away from my grasp.

So, returning to the source of my sleep deprivation, it is getting more common these days. I do have the finest environment for productivity, and I’m coming up with a lot more excuses to please myself.
But last night, I went to bed early since I was looking forward to tomorrow, the day we’d finally meet some folks. ah! Gasp! It will take place in a different setting. And those should have been enough to get me to sleep. Was I able to sleep last night?

I think the cocktail of dreams I have these days are predominantly negative. It calls my existence into doubt. And this is making it difficult to unwind. Is it a dream, or a hallucination?

I know these are jumbled thoughts, but they must be shared! Okay, here’s an interesting idea I learned from folks I know: write down the positive elements of the unpleasant events in our lives.

As a result, here I am. My fantasies, the setting, over-excitement, and sleep deprivation eventually compelled me to restart this dreck. Now I’m going to read the stoicism notes, which will finally allow me to disconnect from myself. I mean, we should seek liberation from the Mind!

Hell Yeah!