First Story : well what about now?

“ Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.” Stephen Hawking

I am at that time in my life where everything is about the future. When I finally have a voice but I am not deemed worthy of using it by myself. I do wonder about eveyrthing and anything but I prefer spending my time bonding and socializing in hope to not fade into oblivion.

I am pretty sure that if I were to be left alone, on an isolated island like Crusoe but with a laptop I would write so many things that Shakespear would be ashamed of his greatness. But being aloone is scary, I feel like it would awake a part of my mind where I put all of the mean/bad/vicious/sad/bordeline psychotic things my brain can’t or won’t express. The bible says that demons will run wild during the apocalyspe, not to me. I feel them watching, lurking in the shadows of our minds, waiting for our minds to break an our hearts to fail.

Well what about now? I am 20, ready to take the world by the balls. Preparing for my biggest journey ever. I should be over the world, restless, but instead of that I am doubtful of my own self, doubtful of looking at the shadow, of loosing myself and everything I hold dear.

Well I was suppsosed to write a draft but I really exposed myself. But no worries I hope to read this text in a year or so, by the time I would have maybe made some friends here who knows?

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