ReGiFroFoLa wrote:
There's nothing in the secret garden. Only burnt down ground , ashes and ruins... No voices - because I cut off my ears; no images - because I burnt out my eyes. / How the hell can I replace the lack to the emptiness? Useless words and useless sighs. How much better they are than myself? Nothing relly matters. No one really understands - just like I don't uderstand... I fit nowhere. I am similar to no one. I can not find calm and joy in what I am being told I'm supposed to... / Why can't You understand? Why can't You at least ignore my moaning; instead of laughing at me and showing me how real You are and happy with Your strategies of learning to the world... / I feel nobody. I live nowhere. I crawl towards...???
I'm sorry, I don't understand this ... but it doesn't feel true.
No one is telling you what you are supposed to do, we are just sharing ideas and experiences. You gave to decide for yourself what to do.
I thought the suggestions by the other posters were pretty good. Stop thinking and just give them a try. Sitting on a bench typpie watching is fun for me, too.
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No person can tell another what to do ... but here is what I think ... (Cheyenne Wisdom)