It’s funny how a simple comment, made by another person, can alter someone’s life.
Growing up I always had people telling me I was childish, or immature, or that I was too old to be playing certain games or that I shouldn’t believe in certain things. I ignored these comments as they came, but you…
Found this note today, not even too sure what it means. I guess I wrote it in class on December 4, 2009.
A ball of hot air, a boulder, a steam engine roaring towards my helpless body which is tied to the tracks. A deadline missed, a life to be taken. A house of cards trying desperately to hold strong in the winds of Passing Time. A leaf to be dropped and forgotten by the change of season. The first day of kindergarten, the last day of college. Adrenaline. A car speeding past on a rainy day - I become cold and upset. Expectations. Approval. Disappointment. Must not let them down; must not let me down. Cannot keep up. Falling behind. My stomach is in my throat. Do not complain - must not become a burden. Stay strong, be aware, do not fall. Live true and love those around you. Try to breathe. Think not about tomorrow, finish up with yesterday and run desperately after today. The future will happen, but today is now… And as of now, I am running terribly late. Life may very well leave me behind.
That grand idea, the story to be written - it pulses somewhere deep inside my mind, yearning for a release, more and more as each day passes. Must not become distracted. Save it for tomorrow, forget about it for there is not enough time. Yesterday waits for no one, and today follows closely behind, eager to move on and rest blissfully in the meadows of the Days Gone By. Oh, to be calm. For serenity to wash away all that troubles, stresses, and holds me.