A voice guiding me to philosophy
This week the mood in my workplace wasn't bad. Meanwhile, I had my hands full especially mentally at the end of the week. I might as well as shout out loud, but I didn't because when I felt this way I was on a train home. I stood relatively easily because the train was not so crowded and I took a seat on it.
On a train I came up with a lot of thought about my state of mind, my hobby such as skiing, and how I can be nice to other people in my unique introverted way.
After each writing of idea, I wrote "I heard a voice."
It wasn't real sound, but the ideas were so driving that I perceived them as something like voices.
These "voices" guide me to think deeply about what I am worried about what is driving me mad.
Writing down them help me make my heart a little bit lighter, and take a step further the next day.
On a train I came up with a lot of thought about my state of mind, my hobby such as skiing, and how I can be nice to other people in my unique introverted way.
After each writing of idea, I wrote "I heard a voice."
It wasn't real sound, but the ideas were so driving that I perceived them as something like voices.
These "voices" guide me to think deeply about what I am worried about what is driving me mad.
Writing down them help me make my heart a little bit lighter, and take a step further the next day.
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