“The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea” – Isak Dinesen.
Believe me, Ive had a good amount of tears (mostly from crying over movies) and sweat ( walking/running under the scorching sun) the past few weeks. But Im still sick from this life of habit and routine. I hate how the “usual stuff” of the past few weeks changed me into this ugly creature in mono. Who sleep, eat, go to work, eat, sleep, and wakes up feelin so mad about waking up. My room is a warzone, I wear the same shirt every Friday, I feel pleasure in eating the same stuff I had yesterday, and I worship my playlist on repeat. Dont tell me I should get a life because Im trying.
Or maybe, I just need the sea. And I hope we will be together soon. Lest this selfish cruel routine gets in our way.