21/11/19 (1)
Some days I feel like I still need to get there. I still need to reach the point of it all, the purpose, the apex where I suddenly realize how far I've come and how good my life is. How it couldn't get better. How I couldn't get better.
Other days, instead, I'm more of a realistic person and I quietly accept the fact that I will never get there, and that that's fine too, because I think that, if I really did get there, I'd get bored of it right away.
But I do want to get better. I want to live, enjoy, read, study, play, experience, travel, listen, learn, I want to do so much and there's never enough time! For the first time in my life after a fairly long time I feel like I know what I want to do and I know I will work hard until I get it. I know it's only the beginning. I know it'll get difficult, even though I have no idea of how difficult. But I have a plan, and changes and mishappenings and terrible things will happen, so I hope I will always find my way back to the right path - or I hope I will find a new path, if I ever realize the old one wasn't actually meant for me.