I used to believe my life had to be fast, that I couldn’t live unless I was constantly moving. Somewhere along the way that became my motivation. Now I wake up everyday just searching for more.
Isn’t this everything I wanted? Maybe, but I feel too restless to even enjoy it. Muted emotions make me incapable of appreciating the steps I’ve taken because all I see is the path ahead.
It might seem like I’m running from something, but I’m not. I’m actually desperately searching. I don’t know what I’m looking for yet, but I know I need to keep on moving. Life is like that, isn’t it? An eternal struggle. Everyone is trying to make their own path.
The big picture seems so calm, but my mind never seems to get there.
I was looking for you in all the wrong places. I hope tomorrow will be better.