brick by boring brick
~bluish
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I guess this is a little personal rant but I'm genuinely baffled by
how everyone seems to have everything figured out. I'm in my early
twenties but genuinely I feel like a lost eighteen year old. I am
trying to build myself and grow but god is it boring to try to
bloom inside concrete walls. A mind can only be so creative when
you are only presented with florescent lit shopping malls and 10$
horrendous coffee in minimalist coffee shops as places to explore.
I often blame the space around me for what I am, but I am then
presented with all those that can breathe in the same space that
suffocates me.
How can everyone accept that we'll work until we die? truly. no one
can convince me that they adore their work enough to dedicate it 8
hours of their day. How is it that I'm the only one feeling like
I'm wasting my life away? Is growing up just accepting that life
will only give you 2 out of 7 days a week? Am I the immature one
for not accepting? or am I just doing something wrong while
everyone actually does feel alive and happy?
All I wish to do is to consume the entirety of the universe's
beauties, to dive deeply into the heart of humanity and the arts of
it all, the blessings of the earth and the skies, to hold onto it
all and give back just as much, but I guess it was decided that
it's more important for me to sell stuff to some sucker and kiss
some other sucker's boots so I can afford to stay alive and do it
all again tomorrow.
sometimes foolishly I let myself dream of a reality where I can
float around the entire globe, meet everyone to have ever been
anyone.