I look up to the sun drenched sky and wonder "what the fuck have I done with my life?"
Some of my friends can say they've bought a home, gotten married or had babies.
At times it feel like I'm not even present in my life. On days like today I step outside my body and float above the world I live in. There, I see what others might see.
Loneliness.
I used to be more than okay with it when I was a kid. I was left to my own inventions and over active imagination to fill the void.
I'd crave for those times I was left alone so I could explore my mind and create something special.
These days I feel outnumbered by these special things.
They tower over me and tighten their grasp on my soul until I lose consciousness.
When I wake I'm in a pool of my own emptiness.
Some blame depression and stress, but in a sense these negative feelings are healing.
They remind me I'm alive.
Unfortunately all I have to show for this life are mountains of unfinished work and an overly expressive dialogue.
Today I reflected.
On days gone past, the present in which I hate, and things to change my future.
All I've come to hope for is someone, or something, being inspired by my rants and ravings.
I truly believe that we're put here on this earth, to explore our own mind and body. In doing this we either go along with societies plan or create our own path to happiness. Once we pick our path, we realize we're meant to inspire and teach this knowledge to those unlucky in life.
Me; I am that unlucky bastard whose knowingly figured it all out.
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