2011 is the most I’ve gotten into trouble and it’s also the most I’ve felt alive. How things seemed to equate that way is beyond me. But I know that it’s always by a lack of decent communication somehow that ruins the minute’s composure. And it’s always by letting things go that shakes me awake.
It’s pace that’s left open for question. Whether slowing down or for more, taking a break entirely makes a difference in all the big pictures, it’s always a matter of personal discipline. I know how my systems go and there’s never been ‘slowing down,’ there’s start go and die.
But know that I haven’t forgotten to breathe.
I still do in odd intervals.
Sometimes I’m afraid that in 3 years tops I’d have exhausted my drive to experience things and the world and life love and madness. Being young fuels you for a while and so long. Sometimes I’m afraid I’d wake up and start to think in smaller and smaller boxes.
Unavoidably people will judge frame by frame by their own specs and preferences.
This is mine.
And I like that I collect stories every day and every night. Even if no one listens. Even if no one remembers.
We need to feel alive more than we plainly look alive for a majority of the percentage of the time. What else are we here for
