Time, that’s what it’s all about right? We complain about never having any, but when we have it, we don’t know what to do, wasting every vital second on things that add nothing to our lives or our accomplishments, but, isn’t that the point of it all?
I feel less satisfied with myself today, old, drained of drive, but, free to choose what I do, although I still don’t have a clue what it is I’m supposed to be doing, three days ago I knew what each day would bring, today, there is no set path, should I be worried, or should I progress each step forward until whatever it is I should be doing, I am…
This is my second day of unemployment, the second day of my new life, do I mourn my loss, is it a loss? Or a release from unrealistic expectations of oneself that present themselves in the form of a suffocating anxiety you are not in control of?
We live in a world where words are subjective, expectations are not what they are said to be, fulfillment is found in simplicity, the right thing is not what you understand to be right, and, in the end, when you close your eyes, next to the one true love of your life, you realise, life is who is in it, not what you do to live it.