Tuesday, 23 November 2010
This is a different kind of writing. This is a, I’m lost, I don’t know where I am kind of writing. I don’t know where I am. Im focusing so much on the fact that everything is temporary that I make decisions based on that. I live my life like it is a joke. So I leave, then suffer seperation anxiety. Arrive, and regret it. Say something, then realise its implications. The only thing constant is change, I know this. I don’t need to run into it. I don’t need to make decisions just so they will trigger change. It will come. And I will be helpless. And I have to deal with that. I will be helpless. I already am. Really there is not that much that you can control in life. You can control your own actions, and that is it. Everything is rented, even my time is borrowed. My actions are mine.