My life is a joke... And other jokes you can tell yourself


You must be intrigued by the title. I don’t know if it is the meme or the fact .that you actually consider your life a joke


The past few days, I have been constantly contemplating my life and I recognized that I’m officially a grown up, officially an adult! This was a hard pill to swallow because I thought that growing up means  the fun is over, but actually, it is a blessing in disguise. As soon as the panic was over, I was capable of handling the situation. I considered the old me and the new me as if they were two different people. And that is when the real fun has started.

My old self was naive, emotional, cold, impulsive, sensitive, thoughtful, gracious, anxious, anxious, and anxious. No, this is not a typo, rather a way to show you how anxious I was, and still am. Anxiety has always been a huge part of my life. When was I ever not anxious? Well… Once in a blue moon.


My new self is still anxious, emotional, impulsive, and everything I have mentioned above. However, I am more self aware, less critical, more confident, less doubtful, more emotional, more distant, and more weird. I know, I have spilled the tea.


To be frank, I have changed, but I am always the same… It is so confusing.

I cannot compare the two versions; you cannot compare apples to oranges. What I can do is acknowledge the fact that I am not perfect, nor will I ever be.


So is my life really a joke? Most definitely not.


Bernie Sanders: I am once again asking you to love yourself



We tend to underestimate ourselves, our accomplishments, our blessings, and to overestimate our flaws, our weaknesses, and our limitations. I mean… What the fuck?


Excuse my language, but this is the only way I can wake you up because you are hypnotized.


Hypnotized by the world, opinions, negativity, perfection, and yourself. As much as I hate to admit it, we always add insult to injury and blame the outer world. Let us blame ourselves for a second and see how that turns out.


Help your old and new self break the ice and get to know each other. They need it in order to move on and actually become one. There is no such thing as “the old me” or “the new me” because all of those things are simply YOU.


I know that we change, grow, and get better. But the progress you made does not change the fact that it is still you somewhere, but consider it as a proof that you are capable of embracing your complexion and being a better you.


Bear in mind that every cloud has a silver lining, we are just drama queens and we prefer to stay the victim instead of getting our act together. So… RISE AND SHINE, please? Pretty please?


MAJDA

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