I find myself putting in no effort.
I have a habit of not practicing what I preach, yet I still preach it anyways.
These past few weeks I’ve been finding the noise in my head less tolerable.
I desperately need meditation in my life.
But I continue my usual routine of get up, go to work, fit social time & hobbies in, and sleep.
Oh, and eat.
That’s something I forget to do sometimes too.
Recently, I started working on my first novel.
3 young house cats are sent into the wilderness for 1 week, as a test of survival.
This was actually a story I had started to write when I was around 12 years old;
I don’t think I ever finished it, but I loved the concept and decided to follow through with it.
It may not seem like much, but I do think it will be a great read.
If you’re interested in reading it, I will be publishing it chapter by chapter on Wattpad very soon; hopefully before the end of this month.
I’ll continue to work hard and decide if the effort is worth it.
It’s hard to look in the mirror and envision myself as a buddha.
Will I ever get there?
Will I ever try?