moirae

HmmIm still at a loss for words, and the emo song lyrics arent cutting it. A handful sleepless nights and I start questioning everything.

Sometimes I wonder if I try too hard. I wonder if life would be much easier and fulfilling to accept things as they come to me. Slip into the routine life that 99% of people find perfectly acceptable. Disregard my silly aspirations, quit rocking the boat, and just let the winds carry me where they may.

If I were more complacent would I be less of a burden on those around me. Less willing to inflict pain on myself and others when the winds change. In the end will it be worth it. Will I live a life full of interesting stories, and a sense of accomplishment. Or will I pave a road of agony that I look back on in shame as I realize all the harm I may have caused in search of an unobtainable goal. Does a sense of worth come from the end result or the path taken to get there. I dont believe in fate, and I dont believe there are answers to my questions. I know that I can not sit idly for very long before something tells me that I need to keep moving, keep creating, and keep feeling.

Maybe Im eternal wrong, and the only right answers are in the equation.