Where light stops shining,
where hopes become futile,
where roads no longer lead anywhere.
Where I am.
I find myself asking the same question every time: Is this the life I want to live? What if this version of me right now isn’t the me that I want to become?
I spend most of my days not learning anything new, or not being able to get things out of my way. I’m scared that I’m either compromising too much or being too selfish. It almost feels like this kind of life that I live will be the end for me, but that’s an exaggeration, I guess.
Sometimes I wish I could wake up on the right side of the bed and embrace the day. I wish I had the strength and enough courage to let my walls down and let the stream flow towards the sea. I wish I had the grit to pick up my mess– the fragments of my personality and just get on with life.
Oh, what I would give to be anyone but myself.