Live Loud, Live Messy

So what if you have a messy bag, it’s only a container for your stuff, go on and live, live life one step at a time. Live life messy.

Live, in every moment, exist.

Live loud

We are made up of the moments in which we exist, how loud our voices echo through history, and how our thoughts become something others can relate to, because like the theory of relativity, if our time and space are relative to a frame of reference, I want to be a part of that reference — I don’t know if I used that properly, but I guess you see the point.

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Live Messy

I see social media posts from time to time, about how to pack your bags, get ready with me for work, and what bag is the best to meet your work needs. Everything seems so perfect, so in-place, you start to question why your bag is a mess of cords compared to theirs, why your work table never seems to have enough space no matter how you clear it, and why you still have that laundry staring at you unfolded across the room, why your fridge is so disorganized just three days after sorting it out.

Still, if you take time to look up away from your device, you’d see just how the next person is thinking about their mess too, you’d see how those perfect days would be there, but there’d always still be messy ones, you’d know how no one puts those messy days on their social media, and how the internet is just as real as you let your mind believe.

So what if you have a messy bag, it’s only a container for your stuff, go on and live, live life one step at a time. Live life messy.

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p.s. how do I stop having messy cords in my bag, please help