The reply.
There's a moment in weakness, this moment in absolute, which changes the way we perceive ourselves. A once hardworking man inevitably sees himself as a washed up shadow of his past. These fleeting thoughts, trapped in the ether of the mind are the ones we run from, try to change. But as history shows us, we all end up in that moment in absolute. Wondering where we went wrong.
Where do we go from here? Who is it that we are supposed to be? What is it that we are supposed to do to fill ourselves up with life? To finally collapse into that final state of security we hear so much about?
And who exactly decides what this state is? Is there a timer on it? If we don't find it by a particular deadline, will we simply vanish into the atmosphere? Dissolve into the wallpaper like a watermark; once so poignant and memorable, but slowly switching and turning into a faded reminder of something that you can't quite put your finger on?
There is a moment in weakness indeed, when we find ourselves looking back at what once was or could have been. We put ourselves on shelves and watched with interest as the dust collected on our lives. A blanket of deceit designed to distort and create illusions.. "there was nothing to leave behind". A washed up shadow of the best version of you. A moment in absolute changing your perception and forcing you to finally face the truth.
So, where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? Who is it that we are supposed to be? What is it that we are supposed to do to fill ourselves up with life? To finally collapse into that final state of security we hear so much about?
And who exactly decides what this state is? Is there a timer on it? If we don't find it by a particular deadline, will we simply vanish into the atmosphere? Dissolve into the wallpaper like a watermark; once so poignant and memorable, but slowly switching and turning into a faded reminder of something that you can't quite put your finger on?
There is a moment in weakness indeed, when we find ourselves looking back at what once was or could have been. We put ourselves on shelves and watched with interest as the dust collected on our lives. A blanket of deceit designed to distort and create illusions.. "there was nothing to leave behind". A washed up shadow of the best version of you. A moment in absolute changing your perception and forcing you to finally face the truth.
So, where do we go from here?