Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
I'm Lost.
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.
Photography: Muzi.
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That is so true. And so sad at the same time. I too am lost. I want to have control so bad I can't stand it..
ReplyDeleteMaybe none of it's yours our "ours" maybe it all belongs to life.
ReplyDeleteActions are based on thoughts and feelings and I've never had much luck controlling them :)
you will find your way.
ReplyDeleteeventually.
xox
We are all a little bit lost, even when we think we know where we are going, what we are doing. Something will come along and throw a zinger into it!
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