Funny how the world works, it just never rests. Just like our lives.
What would you do with your life? Could we just stop and tell ourselves not to act, not to breathe, not to feel, not to think and just stand still? Apparently not, not acting or rather reacting would just be ignorance. Not breathing would just kill us, not feeling would just mean we're out cold and numb, not thinking might just mean we can do yoga but stand still? It would mean watching your life flash by before your eyes.
What would you do with your life? Could we just stop and tell ourselves not to act, not to breathe, not to feel, not to think and just stand still? Apparently not, not acting or rather reacting would just be ignorance. Not breathing would just kill us, not feeling would just mean we're out cold and numb, not thinking might just mean we can do yoga but stand still? It would mean watching your life flash by before your eyes.
I write just like how I travel aimlessly and live recklessly, go
on an escapade when I realize my mistake, then return when I am calm and
composed. It gets me cranky, sometimes too descriptive, and at times spunky while
other times too sensitive. But of course these are just bite-sized episodes
that I have once in a while. It makes me feel youthful and immature. But I’m
working on being sane, but it’s a little insane when I am serious and all
formal. My speech gets restricted and my face hardly wears a smile the right
side up. I don’t crack up and neither do I crack jokes. I seem lost and rigid. Alright
it feels annoyingly annoying to see this many I’s in this passage.
I should really be sleeping right now, or actually 2 hours ago. So
here’s a little quote I included to the #storyofmylife, “Education, they
make you realize the good, the bad, the consequences and the reasons for the experiences you go through.”
With that, I shall rest my eyes for the next four hours before I head
back out into the world that chases time.
Great first line, good quote to end!
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