It feels as if I am living in emptiness, as if the very space I occupy is one big misunderstanding. Some things feel unhealthy, quite sick if I'm being honest. "I often have a longing for impossible things precisely because they are impossible. Nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been, regret over not being someone else." There comes times when I grow tired of waiting on life. I'm so tired of always looking to this future that is infinite. Sometimes I wonder why we even aspire to be anything at all, if the future will come and wipe it away in the end. Other times, I am so grateful for the chance at a clean slate.. a future unknown where possibility is limitless. Mostly though, I want, I crave, to make something of this life. To do something good. To learn how to love so deeply that my intentions are never a question. I want people to smile when they think of me. I want to be good.
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