I have to write much, and it’s not obligatory. I can decide that I’m not going to do it. But I want it. Deeply. I need to change, get organized and have to ask. Have to learn how to ask, and what to ask. And realising that time is the essence of everything. It may sound shitty but it’s true. We live with limited time, so time is the essence of our life. And the idea of what we want to spend that time, varies from person to person.
I had to realise, that almost everything around me is fake, and worth nothing is opening a path to collapse. Or to a new beginning. I have to grab opportunities. but I should realise, when one thing is more than a mere opportunity, something which is way bigger than you are.
Schizophrenia. at least some social variation of it.
Once you are impeached, there is no way of making things back. And it stresses the shit out of myself. Who I am to act like this? Who?
I don’t even know the answer. But at least I have questions. But sometimes it’s not enough, when you are not a child any more. And it happens from one second to another. One does not simply became an adult. Because there is no such thing as adulthood. It just doesn’t depend on age. It depends on behaviour and ethics and responsibility. And you just get to know these things along the way, along that second of your time. And shit happens, but God never gives you stones, if you asked for some food. Remember me, if I happen to forget it. Thanks.
And this is the bridge I’m hoping to step on, a bridge to somewhere better. A place where I can find my inner peace. It’s good. It’s gonna be good. This is for sure.