Are you not the same as you used to be?

I'm writing simply to put words on paper.  Unsure if I've yet to catch enough letters in this net to form a sentence but still eager to lay them out in front of me however strewn about they fall... I am drunk on dreams, with no sense to sober up.   Notebooks lay scattered, bearing inked blueprints of whom I'd like to be, where I'd like to go, the options seem so limitless... this is a good day.... others often times bring complacency.. moments where comfort and routine set it... times where it feels like I am sitting beside the road waiting rather than on the road going to places unknown. I presume that we all fall into patterns at some point, but I would like to weave a sporadic trail.  I am coming to the realization that I am ill-fitted at being responsible or perhaps I am too much so.  Maybe in order to truly be alive, we need to give up what we perceive to be the definition of responsibility and redefine the lines... afterall, isn't our true responsibility as living breathing humans to LIVE,  not just to exist? To fill our lungs with air, inflate our hearts with love and risk and carry out our days following our dreams?  Life rarely gives us what we want at the moments we consider it appropriate, however, I can't help but think, that maybe its a lesson we must learn... that life is giving us what we need, at the moments it considers truly valuable.


Beach House- 10 Mile Stereo