Sunday, August 7, 2016

cover me roses

 you make my heart shake, bend, and break
but I can't turn away


Sometimes, not knowing is way better than showering ourselves with unlimited amount of information.
Sometimes, self-restraining is just as important as going to school, working, getting things done.
Sometimes, swimming away from the flow doesn't mean you're rude, that you don't follow "norms". 
They simply mean you know what you need, you know what your weakness is, and you know how to make the best out of it.

This thing has long been my " itch ".
Instagram. Path. Especially the first one.

People post stuff, places they go, dates the have, kisses they give, gifts they get, party they attend, holiday they've dreamt of .
And those are good. Sharing stories. Sharing experiences they say.

At first it was all fun.
Then numbers start to matter. Picture's quality becomes priority. And poetic caption is compulsory.

My spare time was much spent looking through others' stack of photos.
It was okay, until I found myself comparing myself, my holiday, my university to others'.
It left me with envious feeling, and even worse ungratefulness for my life.

So I decided to uninstall those apps.
At first it was for my " happiness of quest " challenge.
Then it went long enough for me to just go without them.

I am not writing this to judge people. 
The feeling of writing real-life events is just one big of an achievement for me.
I'm able to reflect and see myself in a clearer mirror.

At the current time, I will open instagram in browser.
That is usually to see Kylie Janner's, Awkarin's, and missed friends' latest situation.
For most of the time, it will be reading Metagraf's post in Line , watching various videos in youtube, downloading new music from the browser.

And right now, if I'm having the thought to be active in instagram, I make quest to post things that goes with my blogging.

I'm planning on making this writing space my on-line room, decorate it in nicer and neater fashion. I'm showering this blog with gladysglados' colors.

xoxo,
Gladys.









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