this is about a friend of mine
They say there used to be a young man who felt unsatisfied with the current state of his affairs. He could never rid his head of the thought that he was missing something: that he had other, more important, things to achieve. His infatuation with fulfilling these goals pulled him away from the things and people he once cared about. He continued to stretch himself toward the seemingly unattainable feeling of finding the acceptance and comfort he wanted.
The ones that used to surround him felt incomplete without their long time companion. The young man that supported and cared for them in times of happiness, heartache, depression, and brief moments of clarity. This person had been a part of his peers’ lives, but he never realized his importance.
Yet, regardless of warning he persistently stretched himself further and kept distancing himself more from the life he used to live. Pushing the boundaries of health and sanity he continued running away from the things he had to deal with, he forgot his place or just cared not to remember it.
He stretched himself so far, farther, and farther until he finally broke. He disappeared. After this time, after he left, he realized that the pinnacle he’d been fighting toward the unattainable feeling he was searching for, was the feeling he had distanced himself from. He had run away from the thing that completed him. The void he felt was never filled. He was always incomplete.
it sucks, but i tried to make my point.
The ones that used to surround him felt incomplete without their long time companion. The young man that supported and cared for them in times of happiness, heartache, depression, and brief moments of clarity. This person had been a part of his peers’ lives, but he never realized his importance.
Yet, regardless of warning he persistently stretched himself further and kept distancing himself more from the life he used to live. Pushing the boundaries of health and sanity he continued running away from the things he had to deal with, he forgot his place or just cared not to remember it.
He stretched himself so far, farther, and farther until he finally broke. He disappeared. After this time, after he left, he realized that the pinnacle he’d been fighting toward the unattainable feeling he was searching for, was the feeling he had distanced himself from. He had run away from the thing that completed him. The void he felt was never filled. He was always incomplete.
it sucks, but i tried to make my point.