It could just be me...
Or it could also be a byproduct of an extended quarter life crisis.
I've had that point where all the people, places, and events in my life continually swirl around me and dissolve into a hazy mist, where I can't touch them or feel them. There were times when these things seem like an illusion - much like living in someone else's movie of a life.
And time... don't let me get started on time. Time moves at an agonizingly slow pace. Time heals they say. Well, for me, time was nothing but an expanse I had to sit in while I wait in limbo. Limbo while watching the world pass you by - such a painful thing to endure, even if you had to sit through this with a cup of coffee and a fresh croissant.
Somehow, despite all the negative things I had to say in this post, I found a string to hold on to. At first, I held it in my hand and it slowed down the blur. Then, I instinctively learned to tug on it, and it made an incision in the fog, giving me a glimpse of what lies ahead - interesting things, might I add.
At this point, I'd have to say, it's more of a matter of un-learning what I know, and re-learning to trust my gut.
It's not at all easy, but I MUST FOLLOW MY STRING.
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