Day 8: A moment I felt most satisfied with my life.
This one is really difficult for me. I can’t pinpoint a moment where I felt “most satisfied with my life”, mainly because I tend to live in the present and try to enjoy the moment. Those moments hwere I’m particularly happy turn into a mush in my mind. So, I don’t know. How boring.
Day 5 (late): A time I thought about ending my own life.
It was eighth grade. I was chubby due to very a very sudden puberty, had braces and an appliance on my bottom jaw to pull it forward, and had lost my grandfather the April before the last. I was made fun of a good deal due to my “awkward” appearance and strange interests, and had few friends to help me through. My grades were abysmal due to discouraging teachers and a lack of motivation on my part.
I stood in my mother’s bathroom, holding 12 or so aspirin pills in my hands. Staring at them. But I was too much of a coward, thankfully, to take the coward’s way out. I instead told my parents I needed help… and I got it. I still struggle with anxiety but it’s mostly under control now. :)
You live in Iceland?! I am coming in January. Would you mind e-mailing me to fill me in on clothing wear and what not ~ tried websites but not from an actual Icelander!
ps your photos are nice!
I’d be happy to help, but I’m actually not Icelandic, haha. However, to the best of my knowledge, I think it’s normally in the 20s in Iceland in January. Hope this helps :)
I’m all for spirituality of any form, but the human institution of religion disgusts me. People should just believe what they want to believe without having human “higher powers” telling them what they think they should believe. At the same time, I realize that the much of the social structure of the world would fall apart without religion…
Personally, I’m an agnostic-new agey-humanist-Deistishalmostkinda thing. I don’t really believe in a god in the traditional sense, but rather God as the force behind everything in the world… what makes plants grow, rain fall, etc.; kind of the “universal force” I guess. It’s hard to explain, really. And sometimes, I’m not even sure I believe that. But I don’t really see praying as something necessary because this god is definitely not humanoid. It’d be like praying to gravity or something. I’m also sort of new-agey because I believe, to some extent, in horoscopes/reincarnation/etc. And humanist because I think we’re the closest things to the traditional image of “God” out there.