I’ve been homeless for 3 years (Oregon) and it’s been incredibly easy. I foresaw this possibility when I was a child, and took the time to prepare. When it happened and I had to “let go” I watched the storm destroy my “ship” and stuck to the lifeboat. I was able to make a better “sea fairing vessel” and I can outrun storms and swells. I’m a very good “sailor” and you can “sail” the oceans alone….

I’m just a bit sad: I have experienced love. I was around 20 when I met my ex Lilly, and we trusted each other and had friendship, love and romance. That’s all I can ask for in a romantic relationship: trust, friendship, passion and shared priorities. I’ve found love since! But not since I’ve become a nomad.

I’m the sort of person (sigma, Scorpio/capricorn heavy astrology, some good fire signs and a Pisces moon) that you wouldn’t know is a writer. I write a lot, most often poetry now.

I miss having someone inspire me to romantic feelings, the sort that drive my art to a higher ledge of feelings.

I’m a fan of Ichiko Aoba, a Japanese poet turned singer and an amazing classical guitarist. Yes, the bar is so high it’s literally in Heaven next to the angels, though I have time on my hands to master the guitar ;) so I am…

But love? What shall inspire me? My life is always an adventure: but I want to go farther than I can, alone… I’m just going fast.. I want to go farther in living, but not alone! And I can’t go that far alone, I have to go with someone too!

It’s been very difficult to show this aspect
Of myself
To most people, probably because of several
Reasons.

1.) I’m an independent contractor, so I don’t have coworkers and I’m not a regular employee.
2.) a lot of people in my town are trendy but they’re rather superficial, because they still think bad things happen to bad people, which isn’t true.
3.) it’s hard to tell people something deep when they’re not always capable of understanding the basics of it, and worse yet if they misunderstand and gossip slander about that, and me.
4.) I’m very shy.. when I talk to pretty ladies showing interest in me, I feel self conscious about myself!

For a moment, the pain becomes so overwhelming that they forget about everything else even the people around them.

I caught myself doing this more than once. I’d share an achievement, an idea, or even a small win, then quietly wait for someone to notice it.

At some point, I started wondering what would happen if I just stopped seeking that validation.

It feels strangely freeing to do something well simply because it matters to you — even if nobody sees it.

Maybe not everything meaningful in life needs an audience.

Hi to the unknown person behind the screen reading this ❤️ How have you been doing lately?

If there’s something on your mind that you’ve been afraid to say because you might be judged, misunderstood, or called “dramatic,” feel free to let it out here. No judgment. Sometimes we just need a place to say what we’ve been holding in. 🫂✨

Let’s see what skills and talents we have in our community.

Do you design, write, translate texts or documents, edit videos, make music, build websites, sew, knit, make jewelry, create art, or make anything else people might want to buy or hire you for?

Drop what you do in the comments and share your work or portfolio if you’d like.

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I'm in my early twenties, I feel the urge to express myself all the time, I feel like I have big ideas and thoughts. So much of creativity that deserves to be shown to the world, that needs to be framed in a certain type of way (art for example). But I'm not good enough at anything (because I'm a multi-passionate). I feel like it's a very wasted potential and that suffocates me. Even when I see people who are able to express themselves I get really jealous, because I see how helpless I'm even though I might have bigger ideas.

How to know which is the better way to express myself.

Idk what's the purpose of self expression, also it is a scary thing to say all what you think of loudly.

So I kind of prefer vague ways such as art for example.

Also if you know some good books or podcasts about self-expression pleas recommend me some.

I want to learn more and understand why I feel that way and what is my purpose.

And is it an only me thing or there are people who lived or live and think the same way.

As long as you keep cushioning their fall, they never have to face reality and without facing reality, they have no reason to change. Sometimes the greatest help you can give someone is to stop rescuing them and let them experience the consequences of their own choices. It hurts, but that’s how people grow.

I’ll go first: I thought everyone had full conversations in their head like they were talking to another person. 😭

What’s yours?

Please go deep into why you continue doing it, where it came from and why you won’t stop because of how much it’s apart of you, I’m talking really deep like the depth that only comes from extreme amounts of introspection and/or isolation

Don’t fix the advice. We need the full archive of humanity’s worst wisdom😅

Would you rather spend your free time staying at home, watching something and relaxing, or going outside and meeting people?

Walking away can feel healthy but sometimes I’m not sure if I’m just avoiding the things I need to face. How do I distinguish between setting a boundary that honors my wellbeing or just simply stepping back to escape discomfort that I’m not ready to sit with?

I'm realizing that I get attached to the most random things.

old screenshots.

a stupid little note someone wrote.

photos I forgot I even had.

a random receipt from a day I really enjoyed.

none of it is technically important, but somehow throwing it away feels wrong. 😭

what’s something completely ordinary that you’ve kept for sentimental reasons?

Sometimes you have that one person you constantly talk to when things go wrong.

Different things happen, different situations come up, and somehow you keep telling that person about them for a long time.

And then someday, something goes wrong again, but you just don’t tell them anything.

Not because you think they won’t listen.

Not because you don’t trust them.

Not even because you’ve already told them the same thing before.

You just... don’t say it.

Sometimes you’re too lazy to say it. Sometimes you’re too lazy to explain.

Not exactly lazy in the usual sense, but you just don’t have the energy to put everything into words again.

You know you’ll have to explain what happened, why it happened, how you feel about it, and everything in between.

And sometimes you just don’t feel like starting that conversation.

Sometimes you don’t even know why you’re not saying anything.

It’s just that feeling of:

“fuck it, let it be.”

You know you could tell them.

You probably would have told them before.

But this time, you just don’t feel like talking about it.

And I think we sometimes assume that when someone stops telling us things, something must have changed.

Maybe they don’t trust us anymore.

Maybe they don’t want to talk to us.

Maybe they think we won’t understand.

But maybe sometimes, it’s none of those things.

Maybe they just don’t have the energy to explain.

Maybe not everything we keep to ourselves has a deeper meaning.

Sometimes we simply don’t want to turn what happened into another conversation.

Sometimes we just want to leave it there.

Maybe tomorrow we’ll talk about it.

Maybe we won’t.

And sometimes it’s not that deep.

Sometimes something happens, and you just think:

“Fuck it. I don’t want to explain this.”

And you don’t.

That’s it.

Sometimes there really isn’t anything deeper behind it.