I forgot this year...
About my birthday.
Perhaps subconsciously I wanted to...
People were reminding me, as if another year of my life spent was worth celebrating.
Its not that I'm not happy with how my life is going, or where its been. All things considered, I live a full life.
I'm more stuck on the fact that there is more I aspire to do. Much I want to do, but can't. I have other responsibilities and commitments that need my constant attention. I only have two hands, yet like to pretend I have eight. There is only twenty four hours in the day, yet I'm only awake for eighteen of them.
I'm content to a certain level, only. I'm the type that wants to do everything possible. Its this feeling of constantly wondering if there is more out there for me. If I made the right choices in life. People will say how your only twenty six years young. I am, yet time keeps moving forward, and each year the suenomi of time keeps growing. Usually I would just ignore the growing wave, but this year its a shadow that has casted over me. To heavy for me to ignore. Weighing on my shoulders like bricks.
Time is more confusing then it appears to be, and if im being honest I'm not sure if I want more time, or a chance to be a child again.If I want more time, or a chance to be the person I always wanted to be in the future.If I want more time, or a chance to fully be in the present.To freeze time, and fully embrace all that is around me. Instead of the feeling of me being stuck in one place while time escapes from my fingertips.
(Picture is not mine)
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