“find what makes you feel the sun from the inside out”. .
Six months ago, I wrote on a piece of paper “what do I love?” No surprise to me- I couldn’t think of a single thing (besides my dog). I stared at the piece of paper for over an hour. I finally began forcing myself to write things down. I wrote “gaming” just to put something down in hopes that I would start realizing there were things i actually did love. But I couldn’t think of anything. I was miserable. Trying to figure out how to be happy, and what I want to be when I grow up.
Now my life is so different. I could fill a whole book of things I love. I fucking love my life.