San Diego was a big move
Beautiful city
Beautiful weather
Beautiful scenery
But I don't feel beautiful
I feel as though my world has been ripped away
As though my decision was made too quickly
Humans were made to feel
To exist and experience
But I feel as though I feel everything and nothing
And my experience has been limited
As if I don't exist
What is the point of existence?
I am living for other people and never myself
Because if I were alone
I'd be long gone
I would've never given myself the opportunity to experience life
As humans we have the ability to adapt to our environment
But if we were constantly moving
How would our adaptation function?
I hike down a beautiful trail
Surrounded by the beauty of nature
Just the wind and my thoughts
And I think to myself
What if I just stopped thinking
