I know every being is born to die
I just sincerely hope I make it to the age of 30 with the state of mind I’ve found myself in during the past 3 years. There’s so much I want to do and accomplish… so much. At the same time, I sincerely miss the past which is weird especially considering it is often perceived to be unwise to look back into the past, but back then it seemed so simple.
Here I am… once again wasting the precious minutes I have in this rapid cycling adventure one calls “life” with nostalgic and unhelpful thoughts. It sure as hell isn’t like the movies and I accepted that fact a while ago, but I often wonder if there’s any kind of resolution at all in this so-called adventure.
Love is always the one thing that acts as a spark to keep me going. There will never be a true definition or description of love.
So, on that note… Much love.
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
Tonight is one of those nights where I just want to sigh every 15 seconds. I wish I had a drinking buddy or at least someone to talk to (other than my Dad and Stepmom which never ends up being a pleasant conversation…)