You know, I think we’re all here for a reason. Sometimes we get entangled in our lives, but I know, I’m sure of it – we’re all here for a reason. Maybe it’s to show off our clumsy handwriting in the sky, or just kick back in the passenger seat on a road engraved with stars and pretend we’re infinite.
We have to be here for a reason, right? I know we can all go on for days and weeks and months just looking up and wishing we were somewhere else. But I’m tired of pretending, of whispering to the misty air, of closing my eyes when I should be opening them as much as I can.
Things are ending, I can see it. They say it hits you fast, like a car crash. It doesn’t, it’s actually quite like dawn in its certainty and inevitability. Most of us just refuse to believe it. And only some of us embrace it.
And when the final star has fallen to the light, all of us are drowned in regret. We toast it, and we drink to it, and we slowly give ourselves over to it. Regret. Our hero, our villain. Our savior, our enemy.
Are we only here to be the puppets of regret? Sometimes I stand up against it but my knees tremble with fatigue. Maybe we should be united, or maybe we should just be alone. The world is thoroughly mapped, but our lives can still be ours to plot.
All we have to do is stop pretending.
Been a while since your last , simply brilliant!
The sad part is that sometimes, you’re expected to pretend. Everyone expects you to do certain things to a point where you confuse them for what you want to do or be. You’re expected to live a life of regret. You’re expected (or forced) to admit you’ve made a mistake even if you don’t think you have. If you make a decision others don’t agree with, you’re expected to re-think it until you start doubting yourself.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, but that is all.
Profoundness runs in the family. Very fast, and with sneakers.
Profound! I hope we’ll have you back a good while. Regret is painful, it’s true, but sometimes necessary; it’s our reminder that we could have done things better, and that hurts—but it also reminds us to live, that life is short, and that we could be better people in the future. It makes us aware of our mortality.