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Why....

Things that run through my head on the daily because, life.  Why do we let ourselves as humans get caught up in silly, mundane, stressful, and hurtful situations?

Here are some of my whys...

Do I watch "just one more" episode on Netflix when I know I will want to kill myself in the morning?

Does your opinion matter so much?

Do I second guess myself?

Do I HATE working out but afterward feel so good, then quickly forget that feeling because the next day, I HATE working out again?

Do I continuously put up with people in my life who exhaust me, make me second guess myself and my decisions?

Do I procrastinate with all major decisions but 'fun' decisions I take two seconds to make?


Do I care so much?


Do I sometimes feel that it's not enough?


Can't I stop, breathe, and realize I have it pretty damn good?


Do I dwell on things that only hurt me in remembering them?

Can't I just realize that I AM THE ONLY ONE that can make me happy, not someone or something?

Can't I start a blog post and finish it in one sitting?

Can't I get more motivation for things in life that I feel motivation for but can't practice motivation for?





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