Peace over Chaos

As the usual, sipping my double shot. Getting ready for an extremely juicy workout. I want to hit a new pr for my deadlift today. I can confidently say that I'm able to just walk into the coffee ahh shop and say "my regular". They already know what I'm about to order. 

Peace over chaos. Fucking love this sentence. As I was strolling down the streets of downtown yesterday. Been a long time since I enjoyed spending some time with my friends. Laughed from my heart for real. But hey we're locking in again. I mean I almost forgot how important it was to have a social life, some friends that you can show your weird side to. "يارب ديمها نعمة" 

An amazing fucking day. I was happy for my girl "سنجاب" her ass dropped her first song on Spotify. Damn. عيالي و الدمعة في عيني. I hate to mention this but you know something. "Instead of being a bouncy ball you have to a brick sometimes". At least. I dreamt of this sentence a couple of days ago. Idk. I think I knew what I wanted to say but it came out like that. What I mean is that we sometimes need to stop swinging back and forth and actually stick to some principles. You know. I don't want to be serious today. I'm feeling kind of funny so I won't explain further more. 

But let's get back to that peace over chaos part. You know when you're life is so fucking peaceful. After a long time you started to enjoy your time and life again. That's what I'm going through. Although my days were maybe you know a little boring. Too peaceful even maybe. But come on. Peace over chaos. That's what I try to remind myself of. I fucking love that I'm back. Doing the things I love. Drawing, dancing, cooking shitty ass meals. Fucking love that. 

Currently listening to "Luna Llena-Elvis Crespo" and enjoying my day so far. About to hit a juicy workout.هعوز ايه اكتر من كده 

راحة البال الأول. 

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