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My weird thought.



I used to and now I’m over that! 

I think I learnt the hard way. Firstly, I felt alone. I could not fathom myself. So, I thought maybe social media will rescue me from emptiness. Little did I know, it’s another whole journey of stress and more emptiness. Talking 24/7 to people I never met gave me a good feeling, initially. It was an escape for me from what I call “My stress.” Those peals of laughter at times took me away to another place, a higher place. But sooner or later, I started to question myself. What if I invest my time talking to people in person, will I still feel the same? But I couldn’t. My mind wasn’t ready to let me leave that world- the world that gave me pleasure. My soul was ready to embark on another trip -away from social pressure.  The fight between the two left me in awe. I didn’t know who to follow. Honestly, I was tired of social pressure. It’s always about competition or maybe was just my observation. That pressure to show whatever you got to others. Your money, credentials, love, etc. And, you have to bear what your friends will share, whether you like it or not. On the other hand, it gave me good feelings. I could talk to close friends. We could laugh together and remind ourselves where we came from…Here I was, in a life-death situation. Do I choose death? Nobody wants to die. I chose life. And to me, life is about discovery, appreciation, little stress and away from negative pressure. But wait, is social media a blessing or a curse? Ooh damn! Just my weird thoughts tho. 



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