When things are okish
It's difficult to take care of myself when things are not so bad.
I mean, when there isn't anything inherently wrong with my situation—it’s just a dull period. I follow the routine: eat, sleep, go to work, see my friends occasionally. I live unbothered.
Throughout these periods, I set myself to autopilot mode and live as if life were just a chore. I just complete tasks without truly experiencing any of them.
I don’t think that I should look for problems where there are none; of course, I appreciate the easier times. I just think I need to practice presence even when it doesn't feel like a necessity.
When I’m sad or in trouble, I have to be more alert, so staying present is easier. But in the quiet times, if I'm not careful, I slip away.
The value of any moment is determined by whether or not you are there to witness it.
P.S. I suppose writing is a useful way to interrupt the endless flow of chores and slow down. To write things. To be more present.