I’m tired of spending so much of my free time learning a new language.
I’m tried of trying to figure out yet another new dating culture.
I’m tired of carrying big jugs of water from the grocery store because of not being able to drink from the tap.
I’m tired of rolling solo to the mega clubs that only play pop music.
I’m tired of getting ripped off by taxis.
I’m tired of not being able to spend time with my family.
I’m tired of how simple tasks can take hours.
I’m tired of not being able to find peanut butter.
I’m tired of packing all my shit.
I’m tired of not being able to buy new things due to lack of space in my luggage.
I’m tired of not having any close friends with me.
I’m tired of a lot of things, but yet I’m in Europe again for another trip. It’s hard for me to consciously admit that the positives of adventure and foreign vagina outweigh just about every negative I can possibly think of.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s never to trust yourself. Don’t listen to your inner monologue when it complains and whines. It will never be satisfied with the present moment. Simply ignore its voice and stick to your goals, whether it’s flagging or completing a project or what have you, no matter how hard and annoying it may be.
Only when you are successful with your goals, or at least gave it the amount of time and work necessary for it to succeed, may you then move on to something else. Sometimes it’s better to blindly soldier on than listen to your gut, until your gut is screaming so loudly that you can no long ignore it. Otherwise you will be listening to the sabatoeur, the weak man, the quitter that is inside all of us.
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