I’ve been
refusing to write for a long time now, making silly excuses for not doing it,
but today I woke up decided to finish with the apathy and to write what I feel.
Sometimes
life makes me jokes and confuses me, time worries me and future dazes me, promises
and possibilities suffocate me and every now and then the pressure is so strong
it won’t let me breathe.
Once in a
while I lose myself, I get sick of the world and feel like a caged bird, but
most of the times I am the one that locks the cage. I am of those people that
need to be on constant movement, new people, new situations, new challenges,
otherwise life becomes monotone and I just want to go away. I am a free soul
that only commits in few occasions, but when I do it’s fully and bluntly in
body, mind and soul, but if they try to retain me or impose me anything I will
escape as fast as possible.
Most of the
times I change my mind dizzily, but when an idea grows roots in my mind it’s
almost impossible to remove it and I would defend it to death. I am fickle and
stubborn. Sometimes even pride and I usually take it out of my problems with
the people I love. I’m extremist and occasionally exaggerated, but in the
extremes I find my balance.
Life seems
to me abstract and beautiful, and the threads of fate are fascinating to me.
Sometimes I feel like I live inside of a book, that everything is already
written and that even if sometimes I don’t understand some things, they always
have a reason to be. Who we are today is just a reflection of past lives, we
are always the same person but improved.
I don’t know
which the point of this post is, actually I don’t think it has one. But that’s
how life is, we don’t have to always understand it, we just have to live it.
