It’s been too long since I’ve found another step in the art of living. Maybe that’s why I came to Italy, hoping that I’d find a way to live life again to the fullest, without feeling dull and blah, or stressed out and useless. So I went downtown several times in Florence, looking for a way to fill my cup to the brim again, but I didn’t find anything: no inspiration, no reason for enjoying life (especially once I left the area around Il Duomo), and no “new” me. Until today. Where did I find myself and my inspiration for living? In a dorm room, just hanging out with some girlfriends and chatting about who we are and who we want to be. I realized that we were all here for the same reason: we were tired of living in a mold and rushing through life so fast that we run right past our purpose for being here on Earth. So we all came to find ourselves, or, some to reinforce themselves. Either way, it opened my eyes to the fact that we, as humans, are all striving for one thing: to have a purpose. In talking to my girls, I ended up advising myself, and thus found another piece of the canvas in the art of living:
Don’t live for the approval of others. Love yourself, love God, and forgive yourself.
I would go on a whole discourse, but actually, I think I’ll just leave it at that and everyone take away what they get from it (even if only one person reads this).