Who Knows When I'll Make a Move
My life has been void of experiences. Full of moments and watching, but not experiences.
Experiences involve other people and I have spent a lifetime avoiding those. I’m trying really hard to not feel like it’s too late. But starting now just seems. Like, is that even possible? When you’re 10 years late do you get to just jump in because you want to?
I do think that you can. I want to. But again, the important variable here is people. In this lifetime of avoidance I have done a stand-up job of collecting ones with similar stances and capabilities, now that I’m up for something new, it’s no surprise that there’s no one around willing to jump in with me.
That’s what this is all about, though, right?
Experiences and stories and satisfaction instead of existing and lurking and emptiness. These things that come so naturally to others whereas I have to consciously work for them. But, at least I am finally ready to work for them. I’ve had a lot of moments that could’ve easily become experiences and I fucked them up. I wasn't ready for it. Willing to participate, still trying to figure out how.