It’s been a while -
I’ve been sort of out of touch since a LOT of things had been going on, but mostly it’s the lack of bandwidth signals and hardware issues that stopped me. I never realized the importance of your own personal space (and gadget) until I’m craving for it.
Here’s to my virtual space staring into nothingness as virtual dust accumulates with my molding ideas.
Nothing’s fairly new, aside from moving across the country, resetting school, and throwing opportunities within a blink of an eye that people’s probably cursing at those wasted privileges - come on, I don’t even care about those, it never made me happy. People never really get what I am thinking, why I was thinking that way, or why I even do things. They think they do. I’m quite sure they don’t. Because I don’t even understand myself. All I ever know is this:
Happiness is a pursuit. A never ending race.
Among the indecisive means I’ve considered and taken, this is a race that I was mandated to participate. A race I can’t win until I expire, can’t quit unless I die.
What’s my point in all these?
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