A Diary doesn't need to be perfect...

The most common question I often get from people is, what do you do or what do you do for a living? Well, I struggle often answering this question, I don't know but I do. In my society people often expect or familiar with a common profession like medicine, business, architecture, or engineering. Our status, ability depends on what kind of job you are doing, which profession are you in. Not all people are the same, some specific society mentality is like that and I am tired of those mentality people.

Now, when I was in my country it was easy to explain what I do, but I have to be ready for further questions. Salary range, position, post all the basic general questions. Still, now my relatives ask me what I do for a living. I don't do a regular job now, I do project-based work, multi types of work, these are not specific and the main fact is it's hard to explain what exactly I do. LOL...

I have got a project which I am handling for the past few days, not a very big project but it is a midterm project and if I am able to finish it properly, I will earn a nice amount of money.

I had an argument with dad today about life topics, it's a daily routine now. After coming back home from work, I fall asleep and kept my phone silent.

I have captured this red tulip bed picture last spring, edited it using dark mode as I am a dark lover.

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

These are one of my favorite sentences from Eminem. These lines have power, motivational power not to give up. Well, I was thinking of my past few years, or before that. Somehow I gave up on my life, I accepted it and I was nothing but a piece of flesh. I know if I want I could be an example of many people but I don't want to. From dark to light, my journey was not easy, lack of motivation killed my inside and threw me into a dark side of a room.

Whenever I see someone like me suffering from pain, I just tell them to see themselves in a mirror and ask a few questions. Believe it or not, the mirror sometimes speaks the truth, the truth about you, no one is looser, we think ourselves a looser.

I don't afraid of seeing the light, in fact, I invite the sun to my home, I can walk on the soft grass, I can feel the soft touch of the meadow and I can see the dandelions sitting on a green meadow.

I know I am not a writer and my words are broken, unspoken, confusing. But it's okay, a diary doesn't need to be perfect...

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Love

Priyan

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