Lark Morrigan

There’s something strangely therapeutic about imagining what I could’ve done differently if I had the chance to relive my own history exactly as the way I wrote it, even though I know it’s unhealthy to be obsessed with overthinking the past and daydreaming about the ideal version of my personal history, consisting of the “should haves” and “would haves.”

You act more and talk less, so your little dreams are closer to becoming reality than the massive clump of fantasies that others talk about.

You do not have to prove that you’re worthy enough to rest.

You know that overplanning and thinking too much about what you’re going to do only breeds more resistance and procrastination.

You don’t make an attempt to show off your accomplishments or overemphasize how great you think you are.

It’s a lie that you need to gain a massive following in order to be considered successful.

You own up to your mistakes and take responsibility for your past, but you do not allow them to morph into a frightful, self-fulfilling prophecy.

You understand that true contentment doesn’t come from having your way all the time.

After being used to going after what brings comfort and pleasure for so long, your mind perceives all unfamiliar changes as threatening.

Buying less. Doing less. Being less. Feeling less.

You pursue a life of simplicity and realize that you want to spend more time to spend falling in love with the simple beauty around you and capturing the moments that you often took for granted in the past.

If I don’t get my shit together today, I never will in the future.