And I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to stop that which I started.
How to silence the discontent gnawing away at me with painful precision.
I know exactly how it begun, though.
I know the catalyst.
Or at least, I thought I did, but if anything, all knowledge has taught me is that uncertainty will always triumph.
Foreign horizons, far flung shores.
To begin again.
It doesn’t take a mistake-ridden life to want that.
All it takes is an underwhelmed soul.
This is it, this is Life.
I think Life is but a vehicle, it is us who set it into motion.
If you take all of time and string it together, all you get will be a complete mess, even if it is in chronological order.
We need to take selected moments and put them side by side, to make a picture, to make it make sense.
I think the space between the moments in life are sometimes too far apart.
There is too much noise and too little music.
We live for the moment, but we miss out on making these moments.
I don’t have the next moment to put inside the collage I hung up in my heart,
and that is exactly what is eating at me day after wasted day.