As it's the new year and stuff, I, like any other regular homo sapiens on this magical planet Earth have been doing some thinking. And imma tell you what I've thought about. So I haven't blogged in a while, right? Well, that's because I had kind of lost all passion for blogging. For a while I didn't know why that was, I no longer seemed to have a passion for writing and if you know me you KNOW that's all I do - read and write. Like, all the damn time. If I'm not doing either of those things, that means I'm thinking about them. So I'm sitting one day, scratching my head, thinking what he hell went wrong. I didn't know what went wrong and when and that made me frustrated. So I said to myself; "Emilija, WTF. Get your shit together". I literally had no idea how to do that, but the only thing that made sense was to open up the blog. I stared at my laptop screen for a while, then went to the last page and started to read back all of the posts I've written.
I've literally had this song on repeat for longer than a week, it is so good. It's called "Remembering Myself" by Stephen on SoundCloud. Have a listen below. When I started listening to it, for some reason I got nostalgic. This is actually not the first time it has happened to me. The song "There Might Be Coffee" by deadmau5 also makes me feel nostalgic every single time I listen to it and that is just the weirdest feeling ever because I don't have any memories attached to either of these songs. But anyway, whilst listening to "Remembering Myself" I had the biggest urge to go through all of my pictures that I had. It made me really happy looking back on all of my adventures, but also I longed to experience them all over again. Nostalgia is such a cunning feeling, it makes you happy and then it makes you sad. I'm not sure how I feel abut nostalgia, whether I like this feeling or not, and I don't think I'll ever figure it out either.
What do YOU think about nostalgia? Let me know your thoughts down below, I'm genuinely interested in what others think about it.
What do YOU think about nostalgia? Let me know your thoughts down below, I'm genuinely interested in what others think about it.
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For those who don't know am I am a massive bookworm, and this bookworm right here is heavily involved in the reading community. So I don't think this post will be a surprise to anyone, that being a bookworm I consume books in all mediums that there is. But it wasn't always the case... See, I love physical books with a passion. My love for reading began with physical books, so this format holds a special place in my heart. I love looking at them, I love their smell, the atmosphere bookshelves create in my room, just everything about them. Just imagine my horror when I discovered audio books and then e-readers. I was against buying an e-reader or listening to audio books for the longest time. It was a straight up 'NO'. I felt like I'd be betraying my love for books if I did. But then, certain circumstances happened which forced me to buy a kindle, then other circumstances happened where I ended up downloading Audible.
This is an important post. Well, I think so. We've all been in those situations where we spend hours staring at a computer screen, sitting hunched over textbooks whilst studying, working a desk job (or even spending endless sleepless nights at the university library working on those assignments/essays/dissertations). My neck, shoulders and back hurt like hell when I'm in those situations because my muscles get sore due to the strain. This is where tiger balm comes into the picture. I can't even begin to tell you just exactly how many times this sucker has saved me in the past. Really. I never leave the house without a tub of this in my bag anymore.
The Martian by Andy Weir has got to be one of the best books I've read (or rather listened to) in a while. It follows a crew of astronauts who go on a mission to Mars. Whilst on Mars, a storm hits and they have to go back to Earth early. Whilst all of this was taking place, one of the crew members got in an accident and everyone thought he had died (I won't talk about those things because I don't want to spoil anything). So the crew left without him, and thus begins the story of survival of this lucky son of a gun because by some miracle, he survived even though he shouldn't have.