But what is it to really live? To really do that thing that you would spend a lifetime creating if money didn’t exist? That thing that is so unique to you? What would that be?
Our lives have become a trap, a trap that allows us to believe that merely existing is truly living. A life that means we can’t go to the toilet without taking our phones for a little dopamine hit of screen time. We have become zombies. Slaves to technology. And only the brave, the courageous break free. They spend enough time on flight mode to hear the calling of their soul. To remember the dreams they had as a child, as a person who wants to be fulfilled. And they continue to use do-not-disturb’ to create a life you could only admire from scrolling like an addict the moment you open your eyes.
Struggling to pay your bills and food because you keep lowering your standards.
Or
Struggling to open the authentic French 2012 vin bottle because your millionnaire boyfriend is away for work.
Every mornings you have 2 choices ;
Being productive or taking a "cheat" day.
But fortunately, this choice can be done at any time of the day even right now. GET UP
It's funny how you hate when people tell you that you're unintelligent and how of a waste you are to society yet don't make a thing to change that. You just accept that they're right and hate them for it.
If you really wanted the job or the internship, you would have called again, sent another mail or message but you didn't.
Do you really think they believe you when you wrote on your motivation letter "I am highly motivated for this role" ?
No honey you aren't. If you really were you'd do anything to get it yet you still overthink about a simple call or sending another mail.
That's not how they got your dream job.
Dear Diary,
It’s January 2nd, 2025, and I’m so excited about everything this new year has in store for me. There are so many things I want to accomplish and countless ways I’m going to grow and improve.
Imagine all the movies I’ll discover, the books I’ll read, and the new experiences waiting for me! I want to learn more about myself, explore millions of realities by shifting, get good grades, travel, pass my first year at university, meditate regularly, create beautiful art on Procreate, get my driver’s license, and most importantly, build more self-confidence and keep being the queen of manifestation.
And that’s not all! My goal is to reach 10,000 followers on my art account. I also want to speak multiple languages and earn diplomas related to them. This year will be filled with creativity, growth, and success—I can feel it.
2025, I’m ready to welcome you with open arms!
xoxo, julie.
I am God playing with Barbies. hear me out
Barbies are just lifeless toys. They don't play out a story if the kid, or in this case me, God, isn't playing. the Barbies don't create the story, they don't come up with their world or setting or circumstances, they don't choose which clothes they're going to wear or which other doll they're going to date. I, the player, am the one who gives them a story, a world, choose which clothes and pets and house and partner they're going to have. and they don't have a past either. you're the one who picks whether they're gonna have the same story they did when you played with them the last time, or you can just "restart", give them new names and cars and a different backstory... you can pick EVERYTHING, because you're the one playing with them. they can't change their world, they're DOLLS. and if you got tired of playing with Barbie n1? choose another Barbie. you have a limitless collection of dolls, houses, animals, cars, clothes....
now, if you're the one playing with them, would you be worried about their problems? the ones you created? no! you can solve them or simply ignore them, you're the one who gave them "reality", you came up with them in your imagination and now you're worried?? please... and do you think you're the Barbie??? nope. you're the one playing. you might speak as them, pretend to have their thoughts, you're going to ACT like them, but in the end, they're still a doll and you're still the player. and look how wonderful: if you get tired of playing, you can just stop. you don't need Barbies to exist. you don't need to play forever. you can simply drop them. they're gonna stay there, do nothing, because they're lifeless without you. but you'll still exist, as your true Self.
and when it comes to the feelings. Barbies don't feel scared unless you decide they are. they're dolls. they can watch the most horrible scene ever, and they can be completely blank faced, unless you go and decide "ooh no! she's scared!". scared of what? she's a doll. nothing inside this world can hurt you or do anything to you because it's imaginary. it's fake. it's in Barbie world, the one you created. when a car accident happens(because you decided), does it hurt you or Barbie? and doesn't she has the capacity to walk away completely fine if you decide "nah she didn't get hurt"? aren't you choosing to be aware of that? but you got stuck in your own, created rules. you said "if Barbie gets into a car accident, she'll break her leg or get hurt in some way", but you forgot you decided it. and now you think you're Barbie, and Barbie can't change the rules because it's you who's playing with her, you can change the rules! I'm obviously not encouraging anyone to get into a car accident lol. but you see what I mean? you create the rules for your own game, get too caught up in it, and forget it's just a game, one that you can drop at any time, change the rules, change the characters, the settings, the items... it's all your choice, but unless you see yourself AS THE PLAYER, and not the character being played with, you won't change the game. you're outside of it, not in it. you exist without it. you create it.
How bad do you want it ?
How much pain and discomfort are you willing to endure to achieve it ?
what's more important than your future?
New goal : having a bigger CV than all my friends by 30.
the night is still young. i can do yoga and use my oil pastels. i can cut another fruit. i can write in my journal. i can make a poem. i can invite the figure outside my window in