Are we really happy with who we are right now?
This isn’t living, this is merely existing - a means to the end of the day, a way to allow time to pass and the pain of nothingness to dissipate. It is hard to see the truth sometimes through these eyes, yet it is still tried. A futile attempt to gain control of something that is uncontrollable, a swat in the air to clear the dust that will always remain.
The world still turns and the days continue to grow old, yet the excitement of these simple facts are lost in self-indulgent thoughts and pretension that do not allow the enjoyment of life to be had. Rather, life is wrapped in a cloth of anxiety, worry, anger and frustration - products of attempting to self-fulfil a life that is not your own; the opposite of what life is meant to be, yet the rule rather than the exception in most surrounding lives. Re-evaluation is not only needed, but should be expected. There should be a cause for concern, a frantic rush to rectify choices and ratify changes. But there is silence. Absolute silence. The hum of people cruising by continues - the sound of change not even in queue on the record player.
(This isn't about anything in particular. Simply writing for writing's sake.)
The world still turns and the days continue to grow old, yet the excitement of these simple facts are lost in self-indulgent thoughts and pretension that do not allow the enjoyment of life to be had. Rather, life is wrapped in a cloth of anxiety, worry, anger and frustration - products of attempting to self-fulfil a life that is not your own; the opposite of what life is meant to be, yet the rule rather than the exception in most surrounding lives. Re-evaluation is not only needed, but should be expected. There should be a cause for concern, a frantic rush to rectify choices and ratify changes. But there is silence. Absolute silence. The hum of people cruising by continues - the sound of change not even in queue on the record player.
(This isn't about anything in particular. Simply writing for writing's sake.)