Ever get stuck wondering: Do I look as lost as I feel?
Is life as we know it always going to be another task, demand, obstacle before we get 'there'.
Where the fuck is there, how far am I going?
I like the feeling of everything just being unplanned and spontaneous but when getting there I more or less feel like crawling right back into my room and my bed. But always being here doesn't make me happy either. (Whatever makes you happy in general I guess, if I ever really figure it out I'll let you know.) But somehow I guess getting just one or two steps outside of my comfort bubble sometimes is helping? Not crawling back right away without giving it a minute, maybe even an hour or a day, other times blowing it off before it even begins.
Going forward, slow but steady.
Though I still don't know where I'm going or what I'm really doing, when I'll get there or if I'll even get "there" at all.
Does it matter?
I think we've gotten used to the chasing the it the ultimate.
But what's the definition of it anyway-
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