Once again I have found myself in this really confusing state, questioning everything. Where am I heading, what is my purpose, am I surrounding myself with right people? Why does it feel like I’m burnt out when I have only just started working after a long break? I decide to sit and think, about all things that could possibly improve my current way of life, but even thinking itself has become much of a nuisance. My attention span grows shorter, and every time I have the idea of creating something I am immediately faced with a variety of self-deprecating thoughts that would not let me progress past a certain point.
At moments like this I prefer to focus on the outside world, trying as much as I can to escape the negativity within by making sure the world outside is still there, following its own trajectory, totally unconcerned with my concerns. And to my surprise I see that nothing has changed – the sun is still shining, there are people outside noting the small things in life and rejoicing in their randomness, the city never ceases to surprise with its erratic nature. And I contemplate it for a moment and suddenly it feels like all the rumination was futile, what is the point of trying to keep control of the world so complex and multifaceted. How was I so foolish to think it could be possible to keep hold of everything, when I tiny gust of wind is enough to make me fall to pieces.
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