Here I am. 29 years old and still unsure what the hell I’m doing with myself. One thing I do know, Is that I’m the only person who can control what I do, guided by what I know. What do I know?
The time has come, where one stage in life is ending and another is beginning – only I can decide the particulars of that crossover, but I can’t decide how that crossover begins to make it’s way into my life.
So many things to think about. So many things left to achieve. So many influences. Age.
Are we a forever unsatisfied generation? Have we been shown too many possibilities? Will I always want more?
The more and more relevant I’ve become to myself, the less relevant I begin to feel on this earth – and I have to be ok with that.
You begin to know what you want, late, if you’re lucky, and then you have to choose to enjoy little parts of it at a time, spreading the rest of it out, all around you. You look at the pieces everyday, and try and grab hold of them, one at a time.
You stop having time to reach out, and so, just watch as they move further away, still shining and beautiful, but unreachable.
I suppose you can still enjoy them that way, right?
I know I’m coming to the end of a silly, social media based project, but It’s happening to coincide with life, and life is coinciding with itself.