It is so weird. Feeling so sick of waiting for something to happen but feeling like time is moving too fast. I feel like I’m stuck in a limbo. Not good, not bad. I’m pretty content in life. Nothing to really complain about. But there is something missing.
There are good days, really good days. And then there are bad and really terrible ones. But you get so used to just accepting that as an acceptable life. And I could very well do that. I’ve been doing that. But I want more.
I crave more.
I guess you can say I’m not satisfied with my life. But I also don’t want to ever stop wanting more either. Do I make sense?
I never want to stop wanting. I never want to stop working towards something or desiring something. I want to always be in motion
But I also want to know that there’s a light at the end if the tunnel. I want the world to throw me a bone once in a while. I guess it will always be a constant struggle. Wanting what you can’t have. Hindsight being 20/20 and all.
But I guess I could continue writing about this and never make a conclusion. Oh this is only but the surface of my thought process. If you only knew.
"My life is a good life anyway. What I have will do. But when you’re alone you’re living in a world with only choices. And what I choose is you"
Oh, Mr. Mraz.