Stuck in Bed
I'm home alone. Sick. In pain. And feeling a lot lonelier for a lot of reasons I just can't confess. Not even to myself.
But this doesn't mean I'm giving up on my trying-to-control-my-mind practice. No, no. I'm still optimistic. I have to try to conquer my negativism, my fears, my weaknesses. I've got to win myself a trophy for that. So that I would not be scared anymore.
In the mean time, I'd stay stuck in bed. For another couple of hours, or maybe more. Before it's time for me to get ready for work.
Mind, please be smarter this time. You should know better.
But this doesn't mean I'm giving up on my trying-to-control-my-mind practice. No, no. I'm still optimistic. I have to try to conquer my negativism, my fears, my weaknesses. I've got to win myself a trophy for that. So that I would not be scared anymore.
In the mean time, I'd stay stuck in bed. For another couple of hours, or maybe more. Before it's time for me to get ready for work.
Mind, please be smarter this time. You should know better.
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