Some days I just feel utterly sad. It's like a crushing weight is on top of me. No particular reason, it just happens. It's not just something that you can wish away in a day. Sometimes it takes a lot time examining of myself to really get to the person I want to be. Some days I am the problem. I can't do anything right. And when I focus on that, I start forgetting everything else in my life. It's like I am trying to do a balancing act, but everyone and everything just keeps pushing me from side to side, thinking that it will somehow help. It seems like some people are more concerned about how they feel, rather than everyone else around. It's just confusing. It's never a straight shot to being better. It's a lot of ups and downs, and it's a hard fight. Sometimes it's just about holding onto the ride until you make it to the end, and you're able look back at everything you went through. At the end of the bumpy ride, it was the ups and down combined that made it such an experience. Without both, you couldn't learn to appreciate the ride.
We're trying. The smoke is clearing, then congealing. The structure is crumbling. I am trying to paint a picture while standing on platforms that are falling and shifting. My brushes tumble. Paint disobeys. Retaliation is futile. The enemy is imaginary. We are trying. We run. We pick up speed. But the flower ladies are drunk and the book advisors can't read. I keep finding myself on this same street. I keep forgetting where I was going. There are too many places to see. My bucket list is on fire, and I'm trying to do everything at once. And something is burning. It pesters our noses. It festers in our houses. It makes contracts with our social networks. We are trying the best that we can. But the clocks keep shifting. Nobody knows what time it is. We are trying. We really are. But the oceans are swallowing our lands. Corporations are creating ointments for our hands. And all our art has turned to sand.
I'm just a normal girl thing of this world to improve.thought, I have failed a lot of times in my life but I have always emerged as a fighter from it .I want to do extraordinary things,I want to fly up high in the skies.I want to feel the air up on the mountain tops where I want to reach.For me sky is not my limit but sky is my destination. I will get up each time I fall and see that I am stronger than before because I learn from my mistakes.
time it the thing which stops for no one. the time is ticking and you have noting to do that feeling is the most frustrating for some people not only for some but for all. we should respect time because once it is gone it is gone for ever and we can just regret and shed tears.so rather than crying on spiled milk think about your present and work because if your present is good your future is definitely good and so will be your past.so start new forget the past and respect time.because time is PRECIOUS than anything in world.
Colouring books. They're getting ore and more popular as I type. They're stress-relieving, meditative and calming for adults. If you feel stressed out, you can pick up colouring pencils, pick a page of your book and relax by colouring. You can add more detail with pen, colour what's in the picture and lots more-whatever you want to do.
I personally like to take an extra step further by drawing my own pictures in my art journals. Then I colour how I want/add more detail. Everyone's different and unique-some have a reason to pick certain colours and others pick randomly. Whatever works best for you is fine. Whether you choose colouring books or art journals, both require creativity. You need to colour the image-either hand-drawn or printed-and get creative with your choices