Run.
Sometimes I wish that running away is an option. You run away from all the madness in life for as long as you want, then you return whenever you are ready.
There's so much madness we need to comprehend, that sometimes we get overwhelmed and are lost in everyday's musings. We lost the will, the motivation, the drive to move us forward. We have lost figuratively everything when it's actually still there, in front of you.
No will to move forward, no idea what to do to replace what you're doing now. So you just go on, without any real feelings. Life's harsh, it never let us to go back, but simply to move forward; whether we want to or not.
p/s Sometimes I also wish that I don't lost my motivation over nothing. It's a pain in the ass to get myself moving again.
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