It seems to me that the more I cram into my life, the sweeter the moments between those events become. The free time, borrowed from work or friends or classes, the one that's not mine but I make mine, sweet like the red evenings of summer sunsets that taste of childhood
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Man I wish I knew what the hell I am supposed to do.
Do what makes you happy. Maybe not fulfilled or complete or focused, but do what you enjoy, be yourself, and be true to yourself. Otherwise everything else is just harder.
*hug*
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That probably didn't make any sense. I just wanted to say you're not alone in your thoughts, but I know that doesn't help all that much. *hugs*
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But I understand the frustration, the almost-pain. The world is made fragmented, made up of moment after moment, too small to grasp, running through your fingers, all save the few you manage to steal for yourself. You want to stop, to break away and find a jar to catch them in, but they flow too fast and you haven't time, even though you know if you could just break away for one minute, you could find the balance and the jar.
I ... don't know how to change that. But I understand. And whatever happens, know that you are truly a wonder, and someday the pieces will fit, and the moments will slow enough to catch, a little.
*hugs you*
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I don't know how to break the speed either, but I know.. somehow this has to.. balance. Or something. I know it can't be like this forever. Maybe always unbalanced, but in different ways... I know we're gonna make it, though. I just wish I knew how..
*snugs* I hope you're doing okay, I am oh so very behind everything...
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I don't know where to go from there. I've made plans and sabotaged them all my life, and then planned again and failed again --- it's like I don't know how to stop doing either thing. No idea of how to turn that into a workable way of life that will make me eager to wake up.
You said it better, and beautifully. You are beautiful. I think you'll find a way, perhaps even before finding the words to describe it. And I really hope I'm there to see it.
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I don't really know what to say. I know how you feel. I told you a little while ago that I never thought I would live this long, and now I don't know what to do. Because while I do have plans, they're all for my business, for work. I have no idea what to actually do with my life, what to do with any of this, and I don't know how I can start to make a change, to discover what I can do, what would really make me happy. I just... have no clue. So... I know, kinda, how you feel. There's just this emptiness ahead of me, and I don't know what to do. I try not to think about it. I try not to think about what I'll do when things change, when I have to move on from this place I am now, because I just can't see anything. The monotony of life is taking it's toll, but I don't know how to change it. I don't know if I truly want to change it, because it's familiar. It's the only thing I know how to do. Just this waiting for the right moment, the right time, and I'm afraid it's already passed me by, that my destiny has been and gone, and I ( ... )
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