Rewinding and re-defining
I am amazed by how hard these last few days have been…the sheer impossibility of what can be done and what I’m expected to do, but there is such a great lack of asking what I want to do. I didn’t want things to go down this life, none at all. I always had the hope that this would work out, that something somewhere would just…fit in and make sense. But it doesn’t. It never was that simple to begin with and I doubt it ever will be regardless. I am a lot to take in, a lot to control and need a lot of care and love…commodities which aren’t so common these days as one might expect. They are externally hard resources to find, as no one really cares unless they can gain something themselves from it. The sadness of it all is that so many of us follow that thinking that we lose out on all other possibilities, limiting ourselves. I amid to experience it all, every nock and cranny, of life. But this, this thing, this sticky substance, it slows me down and hinders me. It’s unsenceisising. Y...