It was the middle of the day and a sickness hit me like a ton of bricks, because I knew it was over. The cold air passed between my ear and the telephone. It took you far far away from me - but farther from myself. The end danced on our scalps like a ballerina. I breathed in, you breathed out - then silence. Linger. I will find the sun again, you cold december rain.
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”—
I am so worn out by people. I make new friends which gets me into trouble. I just miss the days where everything was simple, where your obstacles were which shape you would build your castle in the sandbox. Which crayon to chose for the cat you are coloring. With each day passing we develop and it pushes farther the complexity of a seemingly friendly conversation. So over it - I’m protesting being grown up. It’s too much for me right now.