My Philosophical Diary

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When I moved into a new house, it felt weird. I had no routine. I didn't know what to do: to go first to the bathroom or change into clothes or just keep on laying there?

And damn I loved that feeling. I promised myself that I wanted to keep that. I decided to do something different every morning.

Now three years later, getting up is the same every day. I have a routine and I hate it. I wish some things just stay, however little they are.

After two years of living here, I got a new bed. A bloody big and comfortable one.

The first time I lay in it I knew it was the closest to heaven I'd ever get, I know it sound hilarious.

So I promised myself that every time I'd lay in that bed, I'd enjoy how comfortable it is and be thankful.

Now about one year later I've realized I broke that promise a long time ago. This bloody comfortable bed just became normale and I got used to it.

I guess that's just what happens to some things. We think about everything as natural. But it isn't. It definitely isn't.

I wish the biggest privilege would be this bed, but I know better. I'm able to do so much things others don't. I have so many rights others don't. I have so much possibilities others don't.

But the worst is I never think about it. I'm still unhappy with my life, wish I had more, had less, had what others have. And that is a pit I have to carry with me. I should be bloody thankful for everything.

So the more I'm glad that there are these days like today. When I just see clear, forget about my little problems and see how lucky I are. When I really think about others not just scrolling through news about issues in other countries. When I'm actually aware of what's happening.