STOIC

Vagabond

Fear, anger, sadness, happiness, joy, excitement all these emotions that makes us humans or I guess they make us feel alive, because even animals can feel some of them.

I always wonder how those shiny flying rocks feel ? Nothing to think about nothing to worry about just travelling around the universe and admiring its beauty, it sounds so beautiful and so empty at the same time.

I guess it's me that is empty, time has passed and I'm no longer the kid I was, he died and all that joy died with him, which makes me sometimes question myself, is being unconscious a gift or a curse ? I remember how excited I used to get when I start talking about my dreams and ambitions, but the more I grow up the more I learned about how life really works, the fallen stars doesn't make dreams come true, and when you lose a tooth you won't find a coin under your pillow.

Sometimes I wish I never grow up or never became conscious about what's happening around me but then I remember that it wasn't a choice, it was an obligation, otherwise I wouldn't survive in this cruel world, a world that is so beautiful and so full of surprises.

Now I guess I'm just like those stars up there, but I still don't know if I'm alive or not, I'm just a vagabond, wondering this world trying to find answers for my questions, what's the purpose of being alive and fighting for survival? What's the meaning of life itself ? Why is it so precious ?.