Being together with someone one loves is wonderful. Sometime, that sucks too.
Unhappy alone.
Unhappy together.
It's like when one yearns about commitment and freedom at the same time. Nothing comprimised. That's confusing. The moon is indeed very confusing. Like the ebb and flow of the tide. Predictable. Constantly changing.
Life is like a thread. A tangled one.
You start at one end towards the other end. That's our very own personal journey. No one can live on one behalf.
Sometimes you can just pack your bag and create some make belief character for yourself.
How many times can one do that before one loses track of what's real and what's not?
Maybe the first human ancestor (scientifically speaking) developed language not to communicate, but to complain about stuff.
I am not complaining. This is not about me.
This is about what happens when you sit down at night alone after a hard day at work and you compare yourself with who you were 5 years ago... 10 years ago... to who you are now and who you could have been.
Then you set your goals for the next 5 years or even 10 years from now.
Then you realise, having everything meticulously planned out leaves out the unexpected fun in living.
It's hard to speak of something without really saying what it is...
I'm almost there.
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