The Person I Used to Be
The person I used to be didn’t care about tomorrow. She flowed with the wind, uncertain yet carefree. She had forever to think about tomorrow, so why not just think about now?
Living in this body, my human form, seems like a punishment of sorts. The body has a time stamp on it, for it is only a matter of time before it expires.
I’ve never been afraid of death. Living is far too complicated, death is simple. I have created some great memories to go off of and plenty of friends to remember me fondly. That’s it, what more could you want?
Perhaps someday I will do something great. I have always thought my best days have yet to come and ever since I could remember, I wasn’t afraid to accept that calling. Unfortunately, once I hit one goal, another one appears, only bigger and more unobtainable than the last.
So the story goes.
Right now I don’t really have a goal, but I feel a couple steps ahead of myself in the wrong direction- my shoes are on backwards and my heart has stopped dreaming. Perhaps this is something I should mention to my psychiatrist, when I find one.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get time to slow down. Just a little bit more would help me cope better before the world throws me more heartache. I just need more time.