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Stop fixing, start living

The problem with life these days is we walk around feeling disconnected, dissatisfied, disengaged, disappointed, disillusioned and discontented - but instead of allowing ourselves to feel it, figure out why and make a change, we all bury the feelings inside, we hide our thoughts, and medicate, overcompensate, work too much, distract ourselves with technology, shopping, food, alcohol, 'fun'...

Essentially we spend all our energy trying to pretend everything is fine and wondering why it's not working. We try to fix or hide the symptoms instead of asking what caused them so we can actually address the problem. 

Sometimes it is something so terrifying we don't want to admit it to ourselves, let alone others: that our life no longer resembles who we are, regardless of how noble and upstanding that life is. In that case, I hope you find the courage to make a change, and be true to yourself. 

You can't sleepwalk through life and hope everything will be ok. Find out what you're missing, pay attention to what you're yearning for. Take your passion and make it happen, as the song says.

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