I think about that sometimes. When I write and reflect on things, isn't it sort of a story? A moment in the time that I call my life.
Everyone has a story. Every has the times and places that make them who they are. Sometimes people lose it, find it, then lose it again. That is their story.
In any thing that I say or feel to you in the time, I don't know if it will make any difference. But in this time, it is mine, and I'll say what I want.
Your life is your life -- and if you're not living it, who is going to do it for you? If searching for meaning is what you want, do it. If living in fear is what you want, live it. You can do whatever you want. You can take whatever you want. You can go wherever you want. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I want things that I feel I can't have -- but I know that if there is something that I was meant to do I will do it. I feel deep inside myself that I have a purpose here to do something. I don't know what it is. But I know what it is not.
It is always the bad experiences that make you question who you are and who you want to be. Don't be afraid of them, learn from them. Just don't make the same mistake twice.
Time steals the moments I wish I had for myself. So make it.
Too many things to do. Moments I pretend that I have nothing.
Hard to believe how fast time moves.
It's hard to find the words.
If you don't do what you want to do, who will do it for you?
Think about the moments that
Why can't you just do what you were meant to do?
