There is nothing grand about self-love
- Journal Of Flow
- Jul 25, 2018
- 1 min read
My plan is simple.
Doing and keep doing what I do: consuming and creating pieces of art. No matter how unperceivable the former and mediocre the result of the latter. I am terrible at a lot of things I have started and tried getting better at. There are too many of them:
A pursuit of Self-Knowledge and Self-examination through literature and basking in nature
Art Therapy (includes visual art such as drawing, photography, simple animations; music, performance art appreciation and crafts)
DIY consumables that feed thy soul: teas, soups, bath bombs, aaah. The list is eternal.
Before we get started to the actual doing, I’d like to spin to what this space is not:
It is not going to be a definitive guide on how to get out of funk, or be a better version of yourself in general.
It is not a meditation guide (we have not even strictly defined calm yet, we don’t even know what it means).
It is not a domain expertise source of any kind.
With that being laid down, we can now breathe in and breath out and get working.
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